That was the day he vowed that he'll have the princess as his slave one day.

"Oh....Colder...." She sounded sad and sleepy. Her voice dragged him out of the bitter memory.

"Are you cold?" He groaned in a hard voice.

"Your eyes....they got colder...." She swallowed, "...filled with so much hate."

He can't bear to stare at her face for long because no matter how he tries....he must still see her. Cone's daughter. "I hate you, ...