"Never!" The prince replied firmly, yelling in his face. "We are second sons, spares - you and I. We should never covet what is not ours."
Lord Denney paused, his eyes narrowing as they swept over the prince from head to toe. "You lack ambition." He finally said, his voice filled with contempt.
"And you lack propriety and contentment." The prince's voice had hardened. "Cease your greed this moment if you hope to live after tonight."
Lord Denney smirked. He did not seem the least bothered. "I have come this far, I shall not stop now." At once, he turned and walked away, leaving a tensed silence in his wake.
Gwen's heart began to race, her breath coming now in quick, shallow bursts.
The prince turned, leaned in close to her, his voice low and urgent. "Get out of here as fast as you can." He whispered, slipping something cold and firm into her hand. It was his knife.
