The True Face of The Prince

"You!" The lady yelped as sweat dripped down her temples.

Her once-radiant face had turned pale, and her trembling fingers clutched her long red gown so tightly that the fabric nearly tore.

Her bright yellow eyes were wide in horror as she looked at the well-known clown of royals.

Siena had prided herself on many things. Her beauty, her sharp intellect that had saved her countless times, and the fact that she had entered the most prestigious academy at an exceptionally young age.

But above all, she prided herself on her ability to use others to her advantage.

And yet, despite it all, she was not satisfied.

Nikolai Valeria was famous for being a lover of beauty.

That was precisely what had drawn Siena to him. She wanted to possess the prince, to bask in luxury while her family struggled to rebuild their business from the ground up.

But now, as she knelt before him a bitter thought surfaced in her mind.