The white shirt Wallace was wearing was torn off from his body, exposing the bruises Oriana had given him. Every inch of his skin aside from his neck upwards appeared to be struck without a single miss.
"I see a bite mark on Young Master Milton's left shoulder," Arlan chuckled, "and there are scratches on his face as well. Should we ask the young lady to check if it matches with her nails?"
The panicked young master tried to cover himself but Arlan drew his sword, the sound of it being unsheathed causing everyone to be alarmed. The prince pointed his sword towards the injured man.
"Don't you know in this kingdom there is no place for a man who assaults women? How do you like to get your punishment?"
Wallace immediately fell on his knees, his head pressed against the floor.
"Forgive me, Your Highness! I was wrong. I won't do it again!"
