Murder In The Inn (1)

But she continued calmly, ''However, that would not land me in a better position in my current circumstances. I want to run away and start a new life…''

His eyes darkened even further.

''But I don't know where to go and what to do since I have only ever lived surrounded by palace walls,'' she looked at him calmly as if the pathetic life she was talking about was someone else's, ''Your Highness, I have always known that I might be a thorn in your heart and rightfully so. I deserve to be.''

They were two people who were both pathetic in their own positions. She had been forsaken by her side and he had been constantly trampled on by his people. And she was nothing less than a dagger that they used to dredge his old wounds time and time again. She was the weapon they used to humiliate him and she was the leash they put to tame the wolf pup.