As per Adrien's instruction, his aide left the door shut behind, walking out of the room.
He took off the hindrance of a helm and threw it on the ground. Clenching his fingers, Adrien glanced down at the instrument that was curled in his hand and shifted his gaze back at the unconscious figure, still whimpering in pain.
He gripped the instrument in his hand and inched forward.
"Alicia," he called out softly as he brushed off the hair that was hovering over her bruised forehead and heard the faint hum of hers. But her eyes were still closed with frown lines mered on her forehead. "Take in a deep breath, dear," he whispered.
"P-please let go of me..." He heard her plead in her half-conscious state. "Take all that you want from me. P-please, don't hurt me..." Alicia kept pleading, as she could still feel her whole body ache with the wounds that were caused by the witch.
Adrien observed her body stiffen at the touch of his, and he clenched his teeth.
