Bridget jumped out of her skin when the lady nearby her suddenly screamed. She was worried whether the lady needed help, but before she blinked, someone grabbed her by her wrist and dragged her away. She was out of the ball.
Her one hand stopped the hem that kept crushing under her feet and she turned her neck to see the distancing vast door and the crowd.
The knights and soldiers ran towards it as the bells in the palace began to toll.
"Ouch!" Edmund stopped when he heard her grunting. "What is it? Are you hurt?"
"Pardon? Yes, No." Bridget was more terrified to see the duke like this. He was nervous as she felt his blood rushing as his grip on her was tight to that extent. "Do you want me to carry?" He asked as Bridget flushed.
"No, no, there's no need. But what in the world-" Not letting her speak he grabbed her by the shoulders. "Listen to me lady Aster, you cannot see blood. Am I wrong?" He asked.
