"Ysac!" Princess Aria's scream pierced the night air, filled with desperation and fear. She pushed through the crowd, her eyes wide with panic as she looked for the brave man who had saved her. Dropping to her knees beside Ysac, her hands shook as she reached out to him.
"Ysac, please, you have to hold on," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
Sophia turned towards her, her expression heavy with grief. "He's badly injured, Princess," Sophia said softly, her voice trembling. "But we're doing everything we can."
"I'm so sorry, Ysac," Aria whispered, tears falling onto his blood-stained clothes. "You saved me, and I'm sorry. I was too embarrassed about my stupid corset! I am so… so sorry!"
Ysac's eyes fluttered open, filled with pain, but he managed a weak smile. "It's… okay," he rasped weakly. "I'm just glad… you're safe."
Ragnar and Sophia exchanged a grim look. Sophia continued to apply pressure to Ysac's wound, her hands trembling.