The Knight narrowed his eyes. "Tch. In that case, I'll deal with her myself. Later."
Before Seraphina could lunge again, the King stepped in.
"That's enough. Seraphina, Oliver—go back now."
Oliver exhaled and grabbed Seraphina's arm, guiding her out of the room. She didn't resist but kept her glare locked on the Knight until they were outside.
Oliver and Seraphina sat in the royal carriage. The atmosphere was tense.
"Bring the first aid kit," Oliver told the butler.
Moments later, the butler returned and handed it over. Oliver carefully opened it and began treating the wounds on Seraphina's face.
She winced. "It hurts."
Oliver frowned, looking closely at her lip. "Open your mouth."
Seraphina obeyed reluctantly. Oliver's face darkened when he saw the blood inside. He dabbed it gently with a cloth.
"I'm going to kill him if he dares do that to me again," she muttered furiously.
"You should calm down," Oliver said quietly. "You're still just a kid."
