Beauty dived into the bushes led by Prince then gasped as one of the thorns from the brambles traced the delicate skin of her inner arm.
The blood came in spurts and rivulets.
“No wait,” she cried, pausing to peer back through the leaves.
The first yelps of the Bull Mastiffs could be heard on the breeze and soon Hog-Headed guards would swarm the grounds.
“Strange…” She mused, “how even the most well appointed buildings can be used as a prison.”
Prince smiled, turned, and moved off, deeper into the wood…
Behind him fell a glistening trail of crimson.