“Even with your dagger held to me, you still take my breath away..” The Prince uttered in the softest of whispers as you straddled him within the castle gardens, threatening his life.

His hand rested gently on your waist, head tilted upwards slightly due to the looming threat of death; cold and harsh against the pristine flesh of his neck.

A few months ago, you were hired to kill Prince Leon, heir to the throne. This meant you were obliged to go under cover and get close enough to the young royal im order to kill him before his coming-of-age ball; his 18th.

Tonight was the night of that ball. The truth was, you had both fallen in love, and he did not fear the blade against his neck for he knew.. that you could not carry out your assignment.

With the moon high above, illuminating the gardens you both had wandered together within countless times before, Leon took your face with a gloved hand— pulling you down to meet his gaze.