Unlike the time at Bianca's house, when I pass out in my miserable dungeon cell, a sliver of consciousness remains with me. I can hear Finn raining verbal hellfire on the royal guards who had dragged me down here and the clang of keys in the padlock of my cell.
"Silence, Finn," Lord Wolfgang says. The surprise at his presence rouses me a little and my eyes squint in the cell. The commander of the royal guard, who is rumored to rarely leave my father's side, is down here to fetch me? I feel so special, I think sarcastically.
Big, yet gentle hands hold my wrists and a weight slides of them as metal clatters to the ground. I'm scooped up and placed on someone's shoulder and yellow hair tickles my nose.
"F-Finn..." I say weakly. Forget fainting like a damsel in distress, I'm being carried by the cute, yet irritating Finn! Be still my young heart.
"Just rest, your highness," he says softly. My eyelids are heavy again so I close them, but I feel a slight embarrassment as I do so.
