Niya was glad that her morning meal was sent to her room. She is not in the mood for a family picnic every day. Avoiding the royalty is not a choice now but to act like a proper maiden all the time is stifling. Her hands itch to hold the sword and her mind is stuck where she left it last night, in a prince’s lair. The very prince she cannot decide to hate or admire. So when Juno came and knocked on her door she was already annoyed, not at him but on herself.

　　She gave him ...