Alvaro gawked at Gala with a beaming expression, he even almost clapped his hands with how bad-assed she look for throwing the prince off with her wings.
"Remind me not to cross with your friend, I didn't expect such bad-assery from an amiable looking woman like her." Thrarumli whispered to him.
He gave him a proud smile, "I know, right? She is really a full of surprises."
Meanwhile, the prince was grunting heavily as he struggled to go back up.
Gala's eyes smouldered with hate and menace as she paced slowly towards him. "What was the perfect thing to do for a perverted man like you?" She hissed as she towered over his kneeling figure.
The prince looked up and gawked at her with no remorse at all, he chuckled manically at her. His expression was looking like a man who had gone crazy. "You think so highly of yourself, woman. I am Prince Dundeas and —"