The scene played out in slow motion. Akatsuki saw her initial movement, and if he were in his original body, it would have been simple enough to stop the person in front of him. But the fact is he is not in his original body. It's something he is being reminded of yet again. Instead, he laid back his own knife pressed against his throat. The blade met skin, and a trickle of blood ran down his throat, only adding to the stains in the bed lennon. He felt terrible for the maid who would have to clean it all up. Akatsuki, to his surprise, was calm. It was as if ice doused his veins. No panic or surge of emotion threatened to overtake his sanity. It was as if a cool breeze permeated from his very soul.
"I'm only going to ask you this once. Who are you, and what do you know." The knife's pressure emphasized the words. "An-" Akatsuki's answer cut her off.
"Ashley von Blanc, Daughter of Lucas Von Blanc, heir to his house and your host." Akatsuki thought to remind her of where she was. Either she didn't care, or she was of higher status because she narrowed her eyes. Akatsuki smirked. It was not the facial expression of someone with a knife to their throat. It was the smile of someone who didn't have a care in the world. "I know that you are not who you say you are. I know because of how close you are." He looked down at where legs wrapped around his stomach, pinning him in place. "That you're, in fact, a boy." Akatsuki let laughter leak into his eyes as he spoke. To his surprise, the boy who was effectively straddling him didn't change in expression. "Second, I know that you are intelligent." He paused for effect.
"Who- are- you." She was not in the mood for games. Akatsuki kept his shit-eating grin and continued.
"You know I'm not an assassin because I wouldn't have waited. It would have been much easier to kill you in the garden. You know that I'm not a spy, and if I was id be rather shit at my job." Akatsuki's face went earnest as he spoke.
"You expect me to believe your simply a girl who woke up from a coma? Your daily training regiment would put some of my knights to shame." The cross-dressing boy had a sarcastic smirk of his own. "I'll ask one more time, who are you?"
"I-" Akatsuki started but was quickly interrupted.
"I'd suggest you put down the knife, your majesty." The doctor's voice cut into the conversation like a surgical blade. The air went heavy, and Akatsuki could have sworn he saw power emanating from the man in the doorway.
"On my authority as the Princess of the kingdom, I'd suggest you leave the room." that particular tidbit sent Akatsuki's head spiraling. He had suspected the person of high standing, but a princess? Just what exactly had his parents gotten him into.