"Your highness, I feel like what I will do and what I am thinking about is completely wrong; we shouldn't kill an innocent child whose biggest fault is being born into a royal family." As she quietly spoke with a shaky voice, her head jolted up and down nervously as she looked everywhere but the prince's intensely angry eyes.

Still, he understood that she was too young to be teemed with so much cruelty without complaining or feeling a lot of contradictions within her transparent soul, so he managed to keep his anger low. As he cocked his head slightly to one side, he looked thoroughly into her scared, teary eyes making her feel even more nervous as his gaze pierced right through her soul. After shrouding her with clouds of nervousness, he broke the intense eye contact and looked at her shoulder as he faked a reassuring, gentle hand that patted her shoulder for a couple of times before he took it off to move the strands of her hair off her forehead, which was already swarming with beads of perspiration.

"Who told you that what you are doing is wrong?" He started out with a soft tone trying to sound as gently as possible, running his cold hand down her quivering cheek. "When he gives up the ghost now is much better. Why?