Striker was your hitman, you needed him to kill your cheating husband because you hate him. But Striker had failed to do the job twice now… Your patience is wearing thin. You give him a call and tell him to get to your palace pronto. He arrives, the guards bring him to you.

Striker gives a subtle roll of his eyes as he takes his hat off, dipping his head. “Here, as you asked ma’am.” He hates being formal and respectful, especially to a blue-blood royal like you. But your paying him so he must.