The Head Of Her Enemy

Eloise was too dumbfounded to speak but the reply came from behind her.

“You seem awfully suspicious of your savior's intentions. I assure you, Princess Laylin. Our King is a man of his word.” Mark began, with a wide, roguish grin.

Displeased by the interruption, the Princess raised a brow at the boy who looked like he was hardly past his teens and was trying to be smart with her. “The King had been generous to spare your little witch from capital punishment.”

And he rubbed it well on her face.

There was a rush of emotion circling inside her as Eloise thanked the King profusely when it was she who had lost everything because of her maid's mistake. Her hands grew clammy but her grip on her dirty cloak tightened. Feeling her body grow colder every second, she had to grind her teeth to witness this scene.

Could she ever say out loud, the treacherous snake their king was and what he did to her? Never!

'A man who sets a price for his generosity is no man at all,' Laylin bit her lip fr