Tired of warning, he pressed the sword on Elvira's neck and a little blood splutter down her neck to her chest. "It would go much deeper if I ever repeat my warning."
Seeing this, Elvira smiled cheekily at him before holding tight to the edge of the sword, "You don't shed the blood of a priestess for a mere witch, Milord."
He smiled on hearing this, and then, he looked at Elvira who was holding the edge of the sword while he had the head with him. "You seem to forget who you are, Princess. You might be the priestess but you are a mere consort to me."
"Says a man who bows before me when his carnal desires are unbearable." Elvira blurted out. Not considering whosoever was listening to the both of them.
This made His lordship silent for some odd reason. Isadora glanced at him and then at the mistress. How could she be a priestess? Weren't priestesses known to be celibates?
