"Let's go back to the capital." the prince got up and made his way to Marinette, he glanced at the place on her stomach she put her hand on.
"But what about your...your business here?? Don't you need to do that?"
"We need to take off the chain binding us together, and more importantly your wound."
"It's alright. I'm fine. Really, it's only a small wound." she denied it shaking her head, but the man from behind suddenly turned her around to him and pushed the hand hiding the wound away.
The stain of blood on the white bathrobe made Victor's eyes shake, Marinette avoided his eyes. Her heart was pounding, she already tried her best to not collapse from bleeding.
"This isn't fine!!! We need to treat you!!!"
"What if we return to the capital???! We can't still use our magic, and by the time we arrive there...I would already die on the way."
"I won't let you die--"
