I ended up going towards a lonely table sticking to the window, where the snow-peaked mountains seemed to be lighted by the moon. I continued to enjoy the sight by standing beside the table close to their eyes when two arms were placed beside each side of my waist, cornering me.
I turned my back towards the person, knowing that he wanted to chase me to hell and not to the end of the world for as long as he could. I flinched when I felt his breath touched my bare skin near my collar bone.
"If His Majesty lets you live, I would like to show what true suffering is like," he said with a smack of his lips. "To speak in such an unfashioned way, whether you are a half-royal or not, deserves to be shown how to speak politely."
"Forgive me, Sir," I said through gritted teeth, "but it is you who is testing the limit of my forbearance and good temper. I kindly ask you to leave me alone and watch me from afar if you think I would run away, which I wouldn't."
