Chapter 97: Fight for the Crown
"Did you just suggest we kill the nobilities during the funeral?" Elys spoke, disbelief painted all over her face. "Have you gone crazy, Prince Aleksander?!"
The princess was beyond shocked to even hear it from the same person that had a total breakdown a week prior to the masquerade ball.
"You can use your powers, can you not?" the prince turned to her expectantly.
The princess backed off a bit, pushing herself as far away from the prince as she stood up from the chair adjacent to him. She accidentally knocked the coffee table in her rush, the clatter of tiny broken figurines crashing to the ground.
She couldn’t believe he’d be this bold to assume she’d use her powers for him.
The audacity to even ask!
"I don’t know if I have mentioned it before, but I am not comfortable using my powers for your own gain," the princess said, putting down her foot to emphasize her point.
Aleksander leaned back to the sofa’s backrest. He swung a leg over the other and then with a contemplative face, looked at Elys as if he had something he wanted to say to her but decided to keep quiet.
The princess felt a bit uneasy with the way Aleksander had turned quiet.
"Princess, if I understood you correctly, you have a burning hatred for the vampire kingdom, right?" the prince asked her.
"I don’t think you’d even have to demand from me for an answer," the princess immediately responded, a bitter taste spreading in her mouth, "I am just cooperating as much as I have been to stay alive, but if I had the chance..."