"My prince," she bowed, and I could see the mockery in her tone as she gestured. She wore a stunning red dress that hugged her figure, and her hair was styled in a tight bun, but I couldn't care less.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now?" I asked her, and she let out a laugh as she grinned at me.

"I don't understand such irony, my prince," she replied, feigning ignorance about what I had just said. I could see it in her face; she knew why I was here, she understood, but she dared to ...