Snake underneath the sheep’s skin
ELIZABETH
“What are you talking about?” I said, flatly. I don’t know what games is he trying to play with me.
He flashed me a vicious smile that does not reached his cold eyes. “You may have fool King Pol but not me!” he exclaimed.
“I don’t really know what you’re trying to say, my lord. I swear by the name of the seven if you won’t stop this folly with me, I will leave this room right now!” I warned him.
He stares at me with wide eyes full of astonishment. I can see the rise and fall of his chest.
“If you have two unique precious jewels and you fear thieves, will you put them in the same box?” he murmurs. His voice was so low, that I couldn’t hear what he just said.
“I have no time for riddles, my lord.” I said. My voice was a tad on edge.
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