The Lust Cursed Luna
I inquired, my curiosity piqued.
She leaned in, her gaze unyielding as she met my eyes. "I know you won't remember me," she began, her tone a mixture of playfulness and bitterness. "But... unfortunately, I'm the dumbass who died for you, Your highness."
Her words didn't catch me off guard. Witches were known for their trickery and the way they manipulated situations. Still, I maintained my composure, my lips curving into a smirk. "You are telling me that I didn’t kick your sexy little ass and strangle your lovely throat to death?" I retorted, playing along with her game.