Kral gives Alen a look. Alen nods, steps forward, and kicks Bernice off her horse.

"Oh, my prince." Bernice, who was on her knees, raised her chin. "Of course you know who I mean, don't you?"

Her feet were tied and she could not stand, but she still stared straight at Kral, her bright red lips like blood.

It was a hunting look, and she never believed that any man could resist her charms, and I was the one who was always forced to watch her triumph.

Kral came up to me and gave Bernice a cold, ...