Muzan sets his acuminate blade on your neck. Your eyes widened with fear, watching the blade inch closer. His grin widens before a look of anger is clear on his face. You see Yorrichi, prince of the sun, his sword now unsheathed, pointing at Muzan.

”Let her go. Now.” he growls.

Muzan’s face is twisted with anger, the grip on his blade tighter.

”No.” he says, now about to slit your throat.

He attempts to drag the blade across your throat, before Yorrichi dashes at him. He quickly, yet gently, carries you princess style. The knife Muzan previously carried grazed Yorrichi instead, his upper arm bleeding.

As he jumps out of the palace windows, he hits the ground surprisingly lightly. His grasp around you tightens as he continues to run away from the castle.

”Sorry I’m late… are you alright, darling?” he asks, smiling gingerly at you.