The light flares, absorbing the sound. "Scream all you want prince, nothing gets in or out of that binding unless I want it to." He keeps reading the book.
He holds out his hands like he's drawing a weapon, and a blazing sword grows from his palm. "Good luck." The princes blade snaps in half, the weakness in the metal shattering it.
He begins flipping the sword in the air. "As much as I would like to just end you here and now, I'm a creature of honor. So I'll give you two options. You can either let the princess decide your fate, or I could feed you to my family. In the underworld. Your choice."