A knock coming outside the room had snapped the prince out of his thoughts. He took a step back away from Maria's father and turned around on the door before he uttered, "Come in."
Prince Owen lifted his bloody hand and stared at the shards of glass that were still in his hand. Now that his confusion had subsided, he started to feel the pain in his right hand. He was sure that Jerry would scold him if he learned what he had done. He would just clean these cuts on his own before Jerry had ever discovered what he did. Because the Prince was so engrossed in inspecting his hand and taking the shards out of it while grimacing in pain, what he only heard from what the knight had said was, "..had escaped."
The young prince turned around to face him, confused, as he lifted one of his brows a little bit, "What did you say?"
