"Why is it not working? My magic?" she complained with her hazel eyes wide with confusion.
'How can such a rogue be so adorable?'
In Arlan's opinion, it was just a drunk talk and simply smiled at her cute tantrum.
"Spirits be damned, my magic, is it gone?" She started crying and there were even tears rolling down her cheeks. "My magic!" She glared at him. "You took my knife, now you took away my magic too. You sly robber! You evil thing! Give it back to me! Give it back!"
Arlan wanted to pinch her cheek but stopped himself. "I really should send you home. Where do you live?"
"I won't tell you. You will take my home away as well…'' This time, as she jabbed another finger in his direction, she completely lost her balance. When Arlan caught her body, she was already unconscious.
His two knights approached them. Rafal stepped forward. "Your Highness, let me carry the boy."
"I will handle him," Arlan said and held her closer. He was not willing to let his knights touch her.
