Isa nearly shrieked when her wrist was grabbed, but she remembered who she was next to. She looked up to him worriedly, "But he'll kill you! And maybe even me! I don't want you to get hurt!" she whispered, eyes big. Why did he wish to risk his life for her? Arimar glared daggers at the two of them. "Get over here NOW" he hissed. Isa winced, then bit her lip. It was now or never.<br/><br/>She turned her head towards the prince, her gaze now just as sharp as his, which didn't make him falter. "No, I won't. You aren't worthy of my hand, my body, or my kingdom." With that, she hurriedly jumped on the horse and kicked it, starting it into a gallop.<br/><br/>"NO YOU DON'T!" He roared, running back to his horse and taking off after them. He was a man who got what he wanted, no matter what happened.