Adeline was dumbstruck. She might as well have gone mute. No matter what she thought of, there was not a single thing she dared to utter.
Elias was His Royal Majesty.
Suddenly, their first conversation yesterday night made much more sense. The person she was supposed to kill was standing directly in front of her. And he knew of her plans.
"What's wrong, little Adeline? Cats got your tongue?" Elias teased. His other hand continued to stroke the side of her face, as one would towards a pet. His grip on her waist tightened, almost playfully.
"You're usually more vocal," he added on, in a low and soothing voice. Her entire body trembled in his hold, and he was even more entertained. With the right words, she would be putty in his hands.
"E-Elias…" she managed to stutter out. "No, I-I meant Y-Your Majesty—"
"Hush, darling," he coaxed. His breath fanned the top of her mouth, as her hand unknowingly gripped his upper arm, for reassurance.
