"James what are you doing? She is still the third princess of Alvannia. You don't have any evidence that she did it on purpose. It was an accident." William was beside me and comforting me.
"She's just a bastard!" James shouted.
Then a shadow passed by me from behind. The next thing I know James was on the ground with a bloody nose.
"F*ck!" James shouted. "Who dare hit me!"
"You dare lay a hand on my princess." A cold voice said. When I looked up I saw the back of a familiar figure.
"Sir Leon." I muttered.
Leon looked back at me. His face was full of worry. He kneeled beside me.
"I'm sorry my princess. I wasn't here to protect you. It's my fault you got hurt." Leon looked at me with regret.
"Hmm, no. Don't blame yourself." I said.
"Who are you to dare hit me? I'm the son of the Duke of Carlson." I here James yelled. "I'm the heir of the Carlson Dukedom."
