"Holy fucking shit."
The expletive slipped from Nathaniel's lips before he could even control himself. His hands slapped themselves over his mouth, his eyes wide with horror as he stared back and forth between the severed head and the Vramidians present in the room. He was never one that enjoyed such a vulgar choice of language but this time, he couldn't help it.
It wasn't every day he would see a decapitated woman, especially one that looked so much like his ex-fiancée.
"But… She… Princess Daphne…" Nathaniel looked to the head, his face paling several shades. He then turned to look at Daphne, who was still lying unconscious on the bed, perfectly intact other than the fact that she looked a little worse for wear.
"My apologies for the lack of a trigger warning," Atticus said rather nonchalantly, clearly finding great joy in watching Nathaniel squirm. It was a little too funny seeing how Prince Nathaniel could barely stomach any gore.
