"...Oh really then....and what, pray tell, do you have?"
"...."
She smirked. A terrifying, pleased smirk. Like the cat that swallowed the canary. The smirk of someone who knew something he did not.
"...Alright then, my prince. But before I go, one last thing..."
She walked over and lightly traced a finger along his jaw before gently tilting his chin up, forcing him to look her in the eyes
"...What's her name.~?"
The air around him went dead, silent. Everything was gone except for her, except for those eyes. His lips parted, a strangled cry emerging-he wanted to tell her, he had to tell her, the girl was a criminal, his queen had to know-