Alaia took a deep breath, her vision was starting to get dizzy because of all the blood that she had lost. She will surely suffer if she doesn't get herself out of this situation or at least get those filthy ropes out of her wrist so she can activate her magic to heal her wounds. She looked up, wondering what the prince was doing. Just when Alaia looked up, the prince faced the raven-haired beauty again, holding the dagger and showing it to her.
Alaia's eyes, which she could barely open, widened when she saw the dagger. She forced a gulp down her throat. She knew that the prince wasn't just bragging. She knew what that dagger was even though she hadn't seen a Divine Tree yet. Alaia struggled and tried to free her wrists again but the more movements she made, the more her wounds were getting painful and the hotter her wrists were becoming because of the ropes.
