My jaw clenched, the anger boiling within me like a raging inferno. Prince Damon had gone too far this time, playing his games at the expense of my nerves.
I shook my head, a silent oath forming in my mind. "When I see Damon next, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "He needs to learn that there are consequences for his actions."
As the fires of my rage subsided, I began to see the glimmer of an opportunity, a chance to speed up the completion of my special mission.
"In the meantime," I thought to myself, a glint of cunning entering my eyes, "providence has delivered me a gift, and I won't let it slip from my fingers."
Princess Amelia, with her beauty and her grace was now standing before me.
I spoke softly, my voice a gentle caress on the air. "Princess Amelia, are you free at the moment?" I asked, my tone respectful and deferential.
