Isa let out a gasp as Sheridan suddenly pushed in between the two royals and promptly clocked him in the jaw. Her eyes were huge; why on earth did he do that? Did he have a death wish?? Prince Arimar stumbled back, looking equally surprised at the pleb's actions as the servants nearby, all as pale as ghosts. However, his face darkened when his shirt was grabbed, and he was pulled forward. "You insolent worm!" he hissed, taking hold of Sher's arm tightly.<br/><br/>Isa stared with large eyes. "Sheridan! Don't do this!" Arimar's furious gaze turned to her. "Shut up! This peasant will learn his place!" With that, his fist connected with Sher's face. And again, and again, over and over. Isa took hold of the prince's arm, desperate to keep him from getting hurt. "Stop it! If he goes, I'll do what you want!" His eyes narrowed, glancing over to the pleb, and then back to the princess. "Fine, he lives. For now." With that, he shoved the peasant forward, and took a tight hold of Isa's arm, dragging her away.