It was a struggle, but Taemin managed to successfully cage the girl into his vehicle. He hoped that he would be compensated for suffering. The girl had clawed at his arms, and the red angry streaks embedded in his skin further enraged him. The girl would pay terribly. Hopefully Sehun would let him maim or atleast torture her. Either way, he would be a happy chappy.   He watched in dismay as he she hit the windows in distress. Didn't she realise that the very window she was hitting was made of diamonds? Exhausted at the very sight of her continuing to thrash, he plopped into the driver’s seat with a huff. He closed the door, and locked the doors. The engine roared to life, and he peered over his shoulder, “Calm down miss, if you’re lucky you won’t be sanctioned for what you’ve done.” Yet, Taemin wished he could torture her. Although his skin was slowly threading back together, he was still angry that she had actually sunk her nails into his skin.   Yoon wanted to spit in his face. She hadn’t done anything wrong but relieve her curiousness of the fragile documents.    The car began to move, and she was bitterly reminded of when Kai had put her in the same situation. She grew with ire just visualising her arrival in the palace. She could already imagine the chaos she’d cause.  She recoiled from the side of the vehicle, since her protests were fruitless. Instead, she crossed her arms in resolute and just glared to the front- more specifically the back of Taemin’s head. He steered the wheel deftly, and avoided hitting the bumps on the road.   As soon as they passed the gates stationed with guards, her guts twisted. She wanted to hurl, but such intentions ended when the car slowed to a stop at the entry of the palace. Yoon clenched her jaw as her eyes took in the grand structure. She couldn’t believe how easily she could be taken back the palace. It was like she couldn’t escape from her past.    Taemin got out first, and slid her door open with impatience. “Out.” He ordered uncaringly.   Yoon muttered something, and reluctantly got out. She glanced around to see that the palace was quite empty. Only the guards remained at their posts, alarmed and cautious of their surroundings. Taemin roughly pulled her by the wrists, and then she felt something cold encompass her skin. She realised the guy had just hand-cuffed her. She looked at him in disbelief, and he just smirked in return. “One can never be too careful.”   “.”   Taemin raised a brow, his lips pulled into a mirthful smile. “Whatever. Just come. The King might be an to you, not me. I’m just being a good civilian, putting those who’d wronged into execution.”   “ please.” Yoon mumbled.   The sick humour remained on Taemin’s face. It still shocked her that he hadn’t recognised her in the slightest. It’d be intriguing to see the look of horror on his face once he discovered she was royalty, well that was if he found out. Yoon didn’t plan to stay any longer, she was already devising a stratagem to leave the palace grounds.    If she could do it once, she can do it again.   Taemin ordered her to follow him, and she obeyed.    The castle stilled looked the same, but this time she didn’t engross herself with the wealthy ornaments, and huge frames of her family members. She was seeking for escape routes. Some maid dressed in tattered cloaks passed her, regarding her with inquisitiveness. She grinned at them, but they just darted off.   Amused, Yoon continued to follow Taemin.   As the neared the throne room, Yoon decided it was time to run. Since Taemin was strutting in front of