alexander ran some piece of cloth resembling her mother's dress over the sword, wiping away the blood. it seemed that he did not notice the young princess until she sobbed, his gaze slowly fell on her.

he takes a few steps closer, sheathing his sword and squatting down next to her, pinching his chin with his fingers and turning her face in different directions, examining.

"great."

he stood up and in one movement lifted the fragile girl in his arms, throwing her over his shoulder.