Chapter 60: Eastern Borders
"Stop beating around the bush," Elys glowered at the prince, "spit it out and say it straight to my face."
The princess was apprehensive, but Aleksander seemed to be in a good mood and wasn’t making any rash moves against her. He even smiled at her; his eyes playful. Not even the kind of playful that sent children running and screaming for their mother.
But even with the prince’s better temperament, Elys knew she should never stop being vigilant.
Who knew what else he could do?
She could detect magic if she really put her mind into it, but somehow, she wasn’t able to realize she was already under his spell back there. Elysianne wanted to beat herself up for giving him a chance to slip through her own defenses.
Despite her efforts of guarding herself from his powers, Elys still fell into his trap.
She raised her chin indignantly, challenging the prince by acting as if she believed he wasn’t able to discover anything he could use against her, "Now tell me, what did you find out Prince Aleksander Ardorlean?"
The prince pondered about what Elys demanded of him. He wasn’t very keen to her aggressive approach with him, although he had accepted that she had always been like that since the very beginning. She didn’t attempt to slice his throat open for nothing!
The slave princess was a feisty woman who had a tongue as sharp as a blade.