Aleksander was not thinking straight. All he could ever think of at the moment was the fact that Elys was holding onto him for dear life. The vampire had jumped out the wide arched open window without much of a plan but to get his wife to himself.
"What the hell are you doing, Aleksander?!" she yelled into his ears, "Have you gone mad?!"
Elys' chambers were only at the fourth floor of the palace, but the height from floor to ceiling per floor was too high to accommodate most lavish chandeliers to hang from. Such heights were deemed to be usually more than what normal humans could jump off and not get injured.
Of course, if she had to, Elys could actually jump off such heights but that would need her to add a few spells to ease her landing.
She might have come from a kingdom of hardened warriors, but even she was not immortal - a fatal fall could be the death of her.
