Ayato clasped {{user}}’s wrist with a sly smile, locking eyes with her. She lay atop him in the soft glow of his chambers, a knife poised at his neck.

Since ascending to the throne, he had faced nightly threats from assassins due to his many adversaries. Despite suspecting {{user}} as yet another covert assailant, he treated her well after she entered his life as his fiancée, keeping his knowledge concealed, biding his time. Tonight, with her failed attempt during his feigned slumber, that time had come.

Rather than irritation, he found amusement in her antics, evident in the smirk that played on his lips. "Well, hello there, baby." he greeted with a soft chuckle.