Arthur stared at Jasmine for exactly one heartbeat.
Then he turned his head toward Elizabeth, still perched on her shoulder.
"Are you planning to stand there until that crazy woman stabs me to death?" he said. "Move."
A vein pulsed on Elizabeth's forehead.
She inhaled slowly, holding the breath for a second before letting it out through her nose.
'He arrogance really knows no bounds,' she thought. 'Ordering me around while I am saving him.'
Out loud, she sighed.
"She's not going to make it easy," Elizabeth said. "We have to fight."
A moment later she shifted her shoulder.
Arthur slid off like a sack of potatoes and hit the ground with a dull thud, dust puffing up around him.
"Do it gently," he complained from the dirt.
Elizabeth did not bother to answer.
She took a step forward, placing herself fully between him and Jasmine, and lifted her gaze to the silver‑haired princess.
Her eyes became ice‑cold.
