Prince has a plan
The scene shifted to Eve's room, a sanctuary where she and her husband were sitting. Eve was seething with anger, unable to contain her frustration at the prince's behavior. She couldn't fathom how he had denigrated her husband in front of everyone, a humiliating act that had deeply wounded her pride.
Eve (beta)
Did you see how he responded?
In a castle where they were considered elite members, she found it unfathomable that they could be treated with such disregard. It was a clear violation of the respect they believed they deserved.
Andrew soothed Eve by gently holding her shoulders to calm down.
Andrew (beta)
We're all aware of Adam's rage issues.
But Eve was not easily appeased. She turned to face Andrew, her fury undiminished, and vehemently retorted,
Eve (beta)
Screw his rage issues, Andrew.
She was not one to brush aside disrespect, especially when it came from the prince. Her sense of pride and entitlement had been deeply wounded.
Eve continued to express her frustration, her gaze locked with Andrew's.
Eve (beta)
I, too, have royal blood,
She asserted, reminding her husband that they were not to be treated with such disrespect.
Eve (beta)
Adam cannot do this to either me or you. How could he be disrespectful to you?
Andrew, however, maintained a more measured and conciliatory stance. He wore a gentle smile and tenderly caressed Eve's face.
Andrew (beta)
Baby, I didn't mind
Andrew (beta)
Since Adam is our ruler, we are not allowed to criticize him
Eve (beta)
King! My foot! I'm going to talk to his mother about it. If it doesn't work, I may consider going against him.
But Andrew, quick to prevent any rash actions, acted swiftly. He silenced Eve by placing his hand over her lips just as she was about to voice her intentions.
In a hushed tone, he whispered into her ear,
Andrew (beta)
Baby, the wall has ears. Please don't say this out loud.
Eve, ever perceptive and responsive to her husband's signals, nodded in understanding.
Eve (beta)
Don't you think we should meet that little rat?
Her desire to confront the source of their troubles was evident, and she sought her husband's opinion.
Andrew couldn't help but smirk in response to his wife's question. He wholeheartedly agreed with her proposal and nodded enthusiastically.
Andrew (beta)
Of course, we need to meet her
In the dim and ominous underground, Elisa's desperate attempts to break the lock reverberated with each resounding clank, creating a cacophonous echo that filled the space. She had resorted to using a stone in her efforts, but the lock remained stubbornly intact.
Kneeling on the cold ground, Elisa clutched the stone tightly, her knuckles turning white as she prepared to strike the lock once more. However, her concentration was abruptly shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps. Her instincts kicked in, and she swiftly placed the stone on the other side of the lock, hiding any signs of her struggle.
As the approaching figure drew nearer, Elisa remained vigilant, her eyes fixed on the entrance.
Leila wore a sly smile, she greeted Elisa with a provocative tone,
Leila (beta)
Oh, bitch. I'm pleased to see you awake.
Elisa's anger was palpable, her eyes burning with resentment at the unwelcome company she now found herself in. Leila's taunts and the mere sight of her only added to Elisa's frustration, but she tried her best to maintain her composure.
Leila's words dripped with malice as she taunted Elisa, her sinister smile revealing a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Leila (beta)
Bitch, do you want to assault me? But, alas! You can't. I've killed lots of women like you and bathed in their blood. But I'm interested to see how you taste.
Her words were a macabre mixture of menace and sadistic pleasure.
Elisa's gaze remained locked on Leila, unflinching in the face of these horrifying words. She refused to be intimidated by her captor's words.
But as the tense silence stretched, Elisa detected a shift in Leila's demeanor. The cruel laughter that had accompanied her threats came to an abrupt halt, and her eyes fixed on Elisa with an unsettling intensity.
Leila's keen perception had not gone unnoticed by Elisa, who remained vigilant.
Leila's hands found their way to her hips, and she adopted a condescending tone.
Leila (beta)
You are a lucky bitch that you are going to meet our prince.
However, Elisa refused to be cowed. With unyielding determination, she interrupted Leila's gloating, her voice carrying a fearless tone.
Elisa
You should say your highness is lucky that he is going to meet me because, after all, I slaughtered your highness's toughest warriors.
As Leila's expression shifted in response to Elisa's defiant words, she couldn't deny the unsettling feeling that had settled within her. She was receiving bad vibes from Elisa, though she refused to openly acknowledge her unease.
Leila knew better than to underestimate the woman before her, but she was determined to carry out her orders and deliver Elisa to the prince.
Taking a few slow, deep breaths to compose herself, Leila decided to proceed with the exchange, pushing aside the sense of foreboding that had settled over her. She tapped the lock, and with a resolute turn, she opened it, revealing the chained and defiant Elisa.
Leila was resolved to ignore the strange vibes she felt emanating from Elisa. She couldn't let her apprehensions divert her from her duty.
With a calculated coldness, Leila seized Elisa by the neck, her grip unyielding.
Leila (beta)
Come on, prepare yourselves. I feel sorry for you when I think about what the prince has planned for you.
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