"My Prince, you're bleeding!" Marleen panicked and promptly held Forsyth's hand up and examined it. He had a few cuts on his knuckles.
Yanking his fingers off Marleen's hand, Forsyth spoke. "It's fine. I just need to get us out of here." After saying this, he banged the door again. But the door wasn't bulging.
"There is no way out of here, you said so yourself." She reminded him and he glared at her.
"Are you feeling bold just because you know what I am?" He asked and tilted his head to look at her face. The alarmed look on her face didn't miss his notice. And he chuckled.
"No…no, Your Highness, I would never." And her eyes faced the ground as she stooped at him.
"That is good to hear." He stated, and proceeded with whacking the door.
But when he noticed she was cringing at every punch he threw, he halted.
"Are you alright?" He inquired and held up her face with his finger that was connected to her chin.
