*PRISCILLA*

I already knew Barrett's weak point, so I secured it. I cut my wrist, knowing well that it would put him into feeling guilty that I'm trying to kill myself for his sake.

Pff, so many risks taken for his sake, only if Queen mother knows what I'm dealing with here, she'll be praising me instead of complaining and calling me useless.

Barrett has yet to answer my question. I tried to look as weak as possible to melt his heart more.

"Give me your words, Barret, please," I said softly, ...