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Everything happened so quickly, Ambrose scarcely had a chance to act. For a moment, he watched the girl stumble over her own name and the next, things were dark and she had pulled away. Angered a little at what he deemed her idiocy in stumbling through the dark, he swore under his breath and attempted to follow after her by sensing the disturbances. Unwittingly, however, he tumbled instead toward Cecilia. Grumpily, assuming the woman was the girl he had been conversing with, he grabbed at her and unintentionally kept her from stabbing Sybyl.
"Dammit, why'd you run off like that? It isn't safe for you to go galavanting through the dark, are you daft? Do you have some hidden death wish, you fool?" he chastised Cecilia - still clearly unaware that he had captured the arm of the wrong woman. The dark was so absolute, he couldn't make out his nose on his face and had instead sought motion - he had found motion all right.
Everything happened so quickly, Ambrose scarcely had a chance to act. For a moment, he watched the girl stumble over her own name and the next, things were dark and she had pulled away. Angered a little at what he deemed her idiocy in stumbling through the dark, he swore under his breath and attempted to follow after her by sensing the disturbances. Unwittingly, however, he tumbled instead toward Cecilia. Grumpily, assuming the woman was the girl he had been conversing with, he grabbed at her and unintentionally kept her from stabbing Sybyl.
"Dammit, why'd you run off like that? It isn't safe for you to go galavanting through the dark, are you daft? Do you have some hidden death wish, you fool?" he chastised Cecilia - still clearly unaware that he had captured the arm of the wrong woman. The dark was so absolute, he couldn't make out his nose on his face and had instead sought motion - he had found motion all right.
Christoph's first instinct was to recoil, watch her from a safe distance, but the second, more powerful emotion within him allowed empathy to overwhelm instead. The result of this was him pulling her to his chest with more force than he had intended, questioning whether or not he would end up impaled through the heart. Christoph debated with himself for a moment over whether or not this was a fair doubt, but ended up sighing and patting her hair instead.
"I can only offer you limited protection, here of all places especially. In my kingdom, you would be safer but even then, without bearing the name of the royal lineage in the area, well, there's only so much I could do for you" he said finally, stroking her hair in an absent-minded fashion. He was thinking, rapid and harried thoughts. It would be safe for her in his kingdom if she were wed to the heir apparent. However, as rosy as this option seemed, he had known her for precisely one night and in this time frame, he had been informed that her real purpose in attending the ball was to murder someone. Not exactly a situation to bring home to mommy and daddy.
"I'll protect you as best I can here. We'll talk long term later, when I know you better. I'm sorry, princess, but I have my kingdom to watch out for also. Here, however, you will be under my diligent protection - if you so choose to accept it, that is" he shot her a questioning glance downward, still letting her tendrils of hair flow over his hands like a cascade.