Trace froze, finding it harder to ignore his own feelings when Sapphira's were written so sincerely across her face.
Pity, horror, despair, and every other negative emotion Denholm could inflict on her was warring in her eyes.
"I can't take it, please, Trace!" The princess sobbed.
"I'll make it stop," He promised tightly, and with a firm but gentle wind, picked her up physically and moved her aside, locking her in place with an invisible wall.
Magic was plentiful here in the forest, and the princess beat futilely against the barrier he'd made.
"TRACE STOP!" She screamed, so overwhelmed with emotion that he was forced to restrain her further.
Disgusted. He felt disgusted with himself for treating the princess this way. It was shameful, horrific.
Trace shook his head and stared at Denholm as tidal waves of emotion nearly brought him to his knees.
