Well, that was the first thought that crossed his mind.
The second was a nonsensical series of expletives, followed by the sudden impulse to grab his sword.
Just as he neared the hilt, he remembered who exactly these thoughts regarded. He suddenly jarred to a stop, his whole body freezing, his hand hovering about a foot away from it's hilt.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lillian mouthing the word "No" over and over.
After a moment more, his legs gave way from under him, and he fell back into the puddle of water at his feet.
Pulling himself up, he stared at the Prince, hellfire in his eyes.
Had it been anyone else, that man would bleeding on the floor, just as Perrot was, himself.