let me be your ruler;

Gabriel was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable with the situation, and he was currently regretting bringing the girl to William. The slap had happened too fast for Gabe to be able to stop it, but he was now mentally debating whether or not he should physically step in and prevent the princess from doing anything further, as words didn't appear to be doing the trick. He held that thought however, as Bill turned and rounded on him , causing him to back up against a wall.

Even though the angel was fully aware that he could beat William in a fight if it came down to that, he still felt rather unnerved by the whole thing. He lowered his eyes when the boy scolded him, but he didn't regret choosing not to hit the girl. As the princess kept on talking Gabe only grew more alarmed, William's threats were creepy and quite frankly, disturbing. 'How I'd love to mount your head upon a spike over the gates, what a pretty feast for the crows you'd make.' The older man began to advance forward from the wall, "Bill, I really don't think you should go that far..."

Squeaking around her gag, Ania's cheek grew hot where William had struck her. Automatically, tears welled up in her eyes, and she blinked them back. That had hurt. Her situation was growing dire, and Ania fussed with her bonds before giving up. Gabriel had tied them too tight for her, and she looked accusingly up at him for letting her get into this mess. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and her adrenaline spiked. Gabe was obviously going to be useless, gently cooing at his off the wall boyfriend was getting nowhere, and if anything, it seemed to be making the delusional princess even more furious.

With an effort, Ania lifted her chin defiantly again, challenging William once again. Being called a whore didn't phase her too badly, but the threat of having her bones broken was another thing. Wincing a little at that, Ania's defiance flickered for a moment before her eyebrows shot up. Really. Threatening to mount her head. If she weren't gagged, she could have laughed. That was such a strange insult, the corners of her mouth turned up as she fought to keep the giggles back. She always had the urge to laugh in absolutely the worst timing possible.