Princess Beatrice against her will, knelt on her knees in front of her younger sister, Princess Adelaide. She would not cry, she told herself. She would not give them the satisfaction. She was too angry. Her emotions were reeling. Was this the Demon King ?
Or was this just plain old sibling rivalry? This, she did not know. She could never tell. There was such a thin line between the two. If it were true, why would the Demon King do this to her?
She could not understand his obsession with her and getting her in precarious situations.
They had only met a few times but she could tell that he was not to be toyed with. He was the hunter and never the hunted. Her sister looked down at her, and the disgust she had for Beatrice was apparent in her eyes and on her face for all to see. She stared Beatrice down. Beatrice stared back at her. Her anger for William's betrayal numbing her to her normal submissive reactions.
