"Did you just suggest we kill the nobilities during the funeral?" Elys spoke, disbelief painted all over her face. "Have you gone crazy, Prince Aleksander?!"
The princess was beyond shocked to even hear it from the same person that had a total breakdown a week prior to the masquerade ball.
"You can use your powers, can you not?" the prince turned to her expectantly.
The princess backed off a bit, pushing herself as far away from the prince as she stood up from the chair adjacent to him. She accidentally knocked the coffee table in her rush, the clatter of tiny broken figurines crashing to the ground.
She couldn't believe he'd be this bold to assume she'd use her powers for him.
The audacity to even ask!
"I don't know if I have mentioned it before, but I am not comfortable using my powers for your own gain," the princess said, putting down her foot to emphasize her point.
