<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Daphne grunted as she was pulled to her feet by the prince. She most certainly <em>would</em> hold this against him! Was he mad? He was the one holding a knife to her throat, and he was the one who kidnapped her. She tried not to think about his body so close to her, the hardness of his chest and his hands on her. She mentally smacked herself and instead focused on the exchange between her captor and her friend, growing upset. As Victoria spoke, she noticed that at the end, she gave a slight nod to the ground. They were close, and Daphne could usually tell what her friend was thinking. <em>I can do this..</em>, she thought to herself as she took a deep breath.<br/><br/>She waited until he shifted ever so slightly, and grabbed her opportunity. She stomped on his foot and then immediately elbowed his hard stomach. She managed to get free, but his knife sliced her just above the clavicle. Wincing in pain, she looked at him and glared. "I hope you don't hold that against me." She turned and made her way to Victoria, going next to Edgar, hiding behind him. </span>