<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Daphne glared as he spoke to her. She was about to respond to his comment with a witty retort about him talking all the time, but before she could open her mouth, she was shoved off the back of his horse. "What the hell!" She fell on her side, wincing as her should hit the sand. Looking up, she noticed that the prince was falling off his horse. <br/><br/>"Under attack?," she repeated, and then a smile came across her face. <em>Victoria has come to get me, oh thank the gods,</em> she thought to herself. When the prince covered Daphne with his body, she was taken aback. <em>Why is he protecting me? Why isn't he using me as a human shield?</em> She eyed him curiously. Maybe it was just a natural response, it had nothing to do with her. <br/><br/>She looked him over to see if Victoria had gotten him, and sure enough, there was a deep cut on his arm from Victoria's arrow. "You're hurt...," she said softly, part of her wanted to help him, clean his wound and bandage it. The other part was screaming at her for such feelings. "You should get that checked out," she said trying to seem indifferent, but that part of her was still worried for him.</span>