“You think your will is stronger than anyone else’s.” She laughed. “Even if you did find a way out, the others would kill you before you escaped. There is no freedom here save what is forced from others, and no one here is going to let /you/ have what we can’t.” She stepped right into his face to murmur, sweetly, “I’ll kill you myself before I let you escape where I cannot.”
Then she was gone, halfway across the room to stroke the pale face of one of the frightened children huddled there.
A vindictive laugh passes his lips, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smirk. “I look forward to it,” he calls after her but then he pushes himself from the chair, sweeping from the hall. “Not before I kill you first,” the prince mumbles.
He’s someone to watch, that prince, with his burning hatred and pale, intense eyes. Perhaps she should have stayed near the castle before, and learned about him sooner, but when the madness takes her fully, she doesn’t know where her feet take her. Only away. But she’s here now, so she resolves to keep a closer eye, and bids one of the children follow the dark prince.
If he does find a way out, she wants to know.