"Hold me the rope…" the technician stated, as he held onto the diagonal left-side hook, and Knight held it out hastily, as the technician fixed the spot. It was just one rope anyway; it would not deter the balloon's movement, but Knight's fear gnawed within him, and Victoria could already sense it. She saw the way Prince Harry rushed to touch the rope and sighed, his eyes glazing back and forth from the rope to where it had somehow lost its touch. His hazel-brown eyes had purely turned hazel, and only a pinch of brown could be seen in their rounds.
"Is it to be alright?" Victoria questioned the technician, who smiled.
