Many times in my life I had been cornered into a situation because of the Crown that was on my head. It was never a choice in what a princess was supposed to do and what she wanted to do. Duty always came forward.
But when the crown fell off my head both of a married Princess and the one I had been given as a birthright, I imagined that I would never have to deal with such choices again but here I was torn between the choices that Tristan had given me.
"You can't do that," I told him as I stared at him with the mix of emotions and thoughts going wild inside me, "you just can't expect me to give you a chance without any prejudice when you bite my neck."
His eyes moved to the wound given to me by him. "Ah, yes, I did do that." His eyes then moved to me, "So no chance without prejudice then?"
I scoffed in disbelief. Was there anything left to say? "No!"
He nodded. "Well, then, I tried." He stood up and walked to the door.
