Artie struggled and yelled and kicked as best as he could but it was hopeless.
The ropes held him.
He couldn't give up.
Today was the day of the ball and it was starting.
And Anya was under the pretense that he was with her.
The only thing that bought him some ease was that through the images, Anya was uncomfortable around Lancelot.
Although, Lancelot may look like him, it didn't mean the emotions and feelings that Anya and he had shared was there.
His wrists were screaming in pain and were bleeding.
It hurt so he settled for yelling.
He just had to get away and stop that kiss.
Anya needed him.
He didn't know how long he yelled until he heard a deep surly voice.
"Is anyone here?"
Artie knew someone was here and he wasted no time in yellling.
"Help! Help! I'm over here!"
He heard boots clacking against the floor and saw Puss.
"Your majesty? What are you doing here? I thought you were at the ball." Puss said as he stepped closer.
"It's not me. It's Lancelot. He used a potion to look like me. He's going to kiss Anya and make her fall in love with him and I need to stop the kiss."
"Ay-ya-ya. This is happening all over again. Hold still, your majesty."
In a flash, Puss had cut off the ropes around his wrists and ankles.
"I was out an a errand when I heard you scream, your majesty. You need to have your wounds checked out."
Artie was rubbing his wrists to try to get some feeling into them.
He could worry about them later.
"There's no time. I need to stop that kiss."
Artie was already walking to the door.
"Wait, your majesty. I'll come with you. You're going to need a horse."
"Where am I going to get a horse?"
Puss just smiled his feline smile and replied. "Leave that to me."