He grabs the prince as he tosses himself out the window, and spreads his wings, keeping them in the air. "Killing yourself won't help either. You think that you'll be beyond my grasp in death, mortal?" He holds the princes arms to his sides with a grip of steel.
He stays in the air, holding him. "Good to know, humans can drop about ten feet without breaking something." He looks down at Cesidia, and begins glowing with heat to signal to her, not caring one bit about the princes comfort.
What did you just say? Cesidia growls and thanks the horse then jumps off of it and sprints into the castle. She walks into the throne room, her eyes blazing, daggers in each hand.