Cesidia chuckles. “He’s just got my hands, my love. I’m fine. I can’t say the same for our princeling friend here though.” She sighs and lets the prince ago, then promptly pins his arms with her daggers to the wall. “I know this is improper, but do I look like I care, your highness?” She mocks. “If you hurt her or betray her, forget my fiancé, I’ll make you wish for hell. Do you understand me?”