The warrior king's secrets (part 3)

His momentary recoil was enough for her to turn around and deliver a knee strike straight to his groin. His olive-toned complexion flushed with pain as he pinned her against the metallic door, firmly grasping her shoulders as they faced each other.

"That would only exacerbate your assailant!" He spoke through gritted teeth, his tone more irritated than angry.

"Release me! Your quarrel is with the Archduke! If you possess even a shred of honor as a nobleman you would let me go and confront him directly instead of venting your frustrations on his daughter!" She shrieked.

He released his grip, and she swiftly spun around, frantically attempting to open the door to no avail. She continued her futile efforts, driven by desperation, her ears ringing with heightened sensitivity to every sound he made. She could discern his footsteps over the broken glass, followed by the unmistakable sound of him pulling his seat back up and settling into it.