Closer

Her name is Elena, a beautiful girl with charming round eyes. Prince Vince certainly couldn't take his eyes off. How the girl walked and smiled. As if bewitching anyone who met her.

"So, what does the Prince want?" asked Elena with a forward-leaning body. Her hands moved mischievously around the chest, making the prince's blood rustle violently. The man swallowed nervously, as a result of his reflex behavior last afternoon, now he has been stuck alone with the beautiful girl in the room.

Realizing that her prince was still silently silent, Elena took a slightly bold step. The girl stood up, with her hands pulling down the outerwear she had been wearing. Slowly and very seductively, as if challenging the tiger to prey.

"Does the Prince want me to show what I'm capable of? The prince likes the sweet and spoiled, or the rude one?" whispered Elena in a defiant tone. Her lips rubbed Vince's earlobe slightly until the man's goosebumps were throbbing.

Just as Elena pressed the body, the prince directly endured it. Hugged the girl's waist and made their gazes meet. The man smiled stiffly and shook his head.

"No, Elena. I, this is not what I mean. Can we just sleep?" asked prince Vince with a witty shrill. Which one, made Elena seem to be hit by a frost attack? What did he say just now? Just sleep?

Still, with a stiff smile, prince Vince held the beautiful girl's small body. Seated her on the bed and asked her to lie down.

"I'm inexperienced about this. Can we take a break? I think I want a hug," said prince Vince. They were on the same bed, with slanting bodies facing each other.

"It's an honor for me to follow the orders of My Royal Highness the Prince," Elena replied with a sweet smile.

***

"So, how is it? You can?" A man stood in the shadow of a big tree. Elena nodded, and with a smile, the girl linked her fingers behind her back. Stroking an object neatly embedded in her clothes.

"Of course, but until when should I be sweet to him? He looks bad!" snorted Elena. Her forehead wrinkled, imagining the prince's seemingly inexperienced face in bed affairs.

"Until you can get his heart, and control him under the soles of your feet. Remember, your goal is the emperor, not anything else!" ranked a person who still hadn't revealed his face from the dark shadow.

Elena snorted, then took a long breath. She's got a very long goal. It would be very unfair if the death of her family was only reciprocated with one life. Elena wanted to, the emperor felt her suffering during this time. Continued to be haunted by nightmares of blood gushing from every neck of her loved ones.

"But, I heard that he is going to be betrothed to the prime minister's daughter. Can I compete?" asked Elena, the girl fiddling with her tongue, to drive away the sudden ambush discomfort.

"Do you feel like you can't compete?" The man asked, there was an amused tone in his voice when he asked. As if he was mocking what Elena had just said.

Stabbed softly and spit out, "Confidence is the key to me being here. You think, how many women have I got rid of to just sit and play music like girls less caressing?"

Laughter exploded in the silence of the night. In a very quiet and rarely visited garden, the person was holding back amusement in his stomach.

"That's you, and why do I believe you can avenge your family? Elena Kaylee is the deadliest weapon!" he said, still in a proud tone. Elena naturally smiled, it was used to her getting the nickname.

Because this is not the first time Elena has acted. The few years she passed in the embroidery house were just a disguise.

The twenty-one-year-old girl had been well forged by one mysterious person who was now standing behind the dark shadow of the tree. Making her a great girl who is good at fighting, and tongue-in-cheek.

Four times the mission of infiltrating a large family of power, twice being a spy in a women's prison, and once being a seductive woman to kill the head of a war soldier who is extremely difficult to conquer.

"So, what information did you get tonight?" the man asked, leaning himself on a tree branch that was still dense in leaves.

One smile was printed on Elena's pretty face again, "It's much more accurate than what you've ever gotten!"

Of course, it made the mysterious man feel curious. So, he turned around, "What is that?"

"The prince is not of a high taste for women until no one can reach him. He's that, suck!" said Elena mockingly. Until the interlocutor chuckled at it.

"What awful? If the palace people hear you indulge in it like that, you can be punished!"

It wasn't the sound of fear or despair, but rather the annoying snort he got.

"And you're going to be executed for being the mastermind of the royal family's slaughter attempt, Uncle!" replied Elena with widened eyes as if to curse. Ignoring the happy laughter of the man she called uncle, Elena re-tidied up her clothes.

"I have to go back to the room before passing by early in the morning, or the impotent prince will be sober if I slip away!"

Just setting her feet in the first step, Elena heard a warning, "Remember what your task and purpose are, Elena. Don't involve your feelings, or you will end up cut off afterward."

One mysterious smile appeared on the extremely seductive red lips, Elena had secretly prepared herself for this.

"Don't worry, Uncle knows who and why I'm here isn't it?"

"So, don't doubt the result of what Uncle forged yourself during this time. I will succeed, and avenge all the pain as well as the shadow of the fear I experienced."

And so, the man smiled. Sober, if now he has come close to victory.