Hazel's eyes slowly widened and she was tempted to walk to where the maid was so that she could have a look at the man that was talking with the maid.
"I told no one I am hungry. If you give me your body, I will not hesitate to eat it up instead of a mere drink."
By now, Hazel was standing in front of both of them. She glanced at the maid who glanced at her back with a smile and at the man that was sitting in front of her. "That is our prisoner, who your brother proclaims to be respected like a queen. What do you think of her prince Xane?"
'Prince Xane?'
Hazel wondered what a prince could be doing here having been tied down like a captured hyena.
His face seemed to be out of colour as his cloth had been torn. His dark hair looked dishevelled as if it had been unkempt for a hundred days and most especially, all of his body except for his face was covered with black fur which overshadowed the rag he wore.
How could that possibly be a prince?
