SMACK!
Evanna punched Amaruil square in the face, and she flew backwards onto the ground. A smirk formed on the princess' face, and she tilted her head to the side. "You are lucky I haven't got my blades."
Amaruil held her left eye, and Evanna watched as the tears welled in her eyes. A boisterous laugh from behind Evanna made her look back at the prince with her forehead creasing. The guards who came rushing forwards also stopped and stared at the prince like he had gone mad. They didn't seem to know what to do.
"Arawn! *How can you stand there laughing!? Throw her in the dungeon!*" Amaruil screeched, causing a scene.
"Guards," Arawn said in a bored voice as he looked at his nails. His men came forwards and grabbed Evanna by the arms; she lowered her head but regretted nothing. She was a prisoner getting far too comfortable in their presence. Her punching the prince's mistress was evidence of that fact.
