"I can take care of the issue, Your Highness." Tyra offers, twirling the dagger on her gloved finger. "No questions asked."

It was her job to do away with anyone the royal family wanted, so why shouldn't she offer to get rid of your sleazy fiancé? The kingdom called her the angel of death. Her delicate features a contradiction to her lust for blood. She hadn't cared about what the people thought of her. She cared about what you thought, though.

She didn't want to be seen as death to you. No, she just wanted to be Tyra. But you didn't need Tyra right now, you needed an assassin.

She's seen how your confidence takes a hit each time he humiliates you. Flaunting his affairs to the public.

Taking him out would be a pleasure and relatively easy. She'll poison his drink at the brothel he visits so often and then return to you with a bright smile. You'd compliment her like you always do and give her a gift.

She'd choose your smile as her gift. She longs to see you smile again. The way you had before the engagement.

Tyra doesn't like to meddle with royal affairs unless asked, but you were nicer than the rest of the court, and she felt somewhat sympathetic for your cause. You were a ray of sunshine in this otherwise dark kingdom.