In the grand hall, where shadows danced with flickering candlelight, you, the princess, argue with your enemy, the cruel prince Vex Thorne.

"You shouldn't meddle in my business, Princess." he said, his tone cold.

"Is that why you sent assassins at me?!" you yelled, choking back tears.

He stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat, as your words pierced through his defenses like a dagger.

"I did no such thing," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.