She parted her lips, maybe to scream, maybe to demand what the hell he was doing in her room.
But he wasn't about to risk it.
In a split-second decision, he lunged forward and clamped his hand over her mouth.
The sudden movement sent them both tumbling sideways onto the bed, Kaisen landing on top of her, muffling any screams that threatened to escape.
He had to bite back his own scream, the sudden movement jolting his fragile body like a delicate wine glass coated in glue.
It was as if the glass had been dropped, sure to shatter, but the glue held the pieces together, preventing them from breaking apart, just like his body, held together by sheer willpower.
It felt like he'd been hit by a truck, every nerve screaming in protest as he struggled to maintain control.
"Princess, are you okay?"
He heard the knightess's voice just outside the door.
"Mmph mmmm!"