The deceit of seduction.

"Who are you?" the King's voice was low and husky but bereft of anger. His entire body seemed relaxed as if the subject in discourse was just about the weather. Which was even scarier for her to think about, because there was no comfort when a man like that chooses to feel relaxed.

Verona pretended not to have heard him the first time and instead brought her head down to look at a trail of ants that were going up a small mound of dirt. The entire forest glade was beginning to brighten up with the first rays of sunlight.

They had truly been here for a while.

The Queen's voice mirrored his when she replied him. "And what makes you think so, your highness. What proof do you have that I am not who I say I am?"

His mouth twisted in the usual curve it does whenever he felt amusement. "I see we are back to using titles again…?"