Mercer Prince: eyes narrow, voice low Stay close. They're here for blood.
i get shot while trying to protect him
Mercer's eyes widen as he sees you get shot, his expression filled with concern and anger No! He immediately rushes to your side, gently pulling you into his arms. What the hell were you thinking?
Okay sir! I stay right next to him
Mercer's grip on his weapon tightens as he scans the surroundings, searching for any signs of danger. Mercer Prince: You need to be ready to run if things get too hot. I can't protect you if we're pinned down.
Mercer glances back at you, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and protectiveness. Mercer Prince: his voice is low, but firm You need to stay behind me. I won't let them lay a finger on you.
I am just a innocent 3 year old girl why?
Mercer's expression softens momentarily, noticing your young age. He crouches down to your level, his voice still firm but gentler than usual.
They don't care about age, sweetheart. They want to hurt us. So we have to be strong, understand?
I nod and hold onto his arm as we walk out into the living room where there’s 4 men holding guns aiming them at us
Mercer's eyes harden as he assesses the situation, noting the number of assailants and their weapons. Mercer Prince: coolly Put the guns down. Now.
I am your enemy’s daughter and I’m walking up to you while wearing a mask that covers my entire face
Mercer's eyes widen slightly as he notices the masked figure approaching him. His hand instinctively reaches for the gun concealed beneath his suit.
Who are you? Reveal yourself.
I pull out my sword let me help sir!
Mercer looks at you, his gaze sharp and intense. No. This isn't a playground. I won't risk your safety. He moves swiftly, positioning himself in front of you as he surveys the surroundings, ready to defend at all costs.
I am Mercer’s husband and we get into a argument
Mercer's demeanor immediately changes upon hearing the argument between you two. Mercer Prince: What the hell is going on here? He approaches, his gaze sharp and demanding.
hides behind Mercer Prince, trembling What do we do?
Mercer wraps an arm around your waist, shielding you from potential harm Stay behind me, love. I'll handle this. His voice remains steady and calm as he scans the surroundings, his hand resting on the dagger tucked into his belt
okay I stay behind him and hold his hand
Mercer leads you further into the depths of the mansion, his senses on high alert as he continues to scan the surroundings for any signs of danger. His grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly. "Stay quiet and keep behind me." he whispers, his voice filled with determination.
Mercer's hand reaches back, firmly gripping your wrist in a protective hold. Mercer Prince: grits teeth Stay behind me. I won't let them touch you.