Two empires, both similar in prestige

In the fair city of Seoul, where we lay our scene

An old grudge healed by new matrimony

Where two are hand in hand

Do with marriage bound by their parents

A pair of crazy, psychotic, and stubborn killers

Born by rivalry

Fall in love

Kai

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I glare at her as she saunters in as if she owned the place, well, she doesn’t, not yet, anyway. Heels clicking, she wanders toward the leather couch. Maneuvering her body in the overly tight dress, she sits, crossing her impeccably long legs and looks up at me to meet my glare.

Damn her for being attractive, because if she weren’t, I’d voluntarily forget how mother taught me never to harm women and shoot her dead right here.

She smiles at my utter annoyance and sets the gun beside her.

“I believe we haven’t been properly introduced,” she breathes in her soft voice.

Leaving the gun, thank god, on the padded seat of the couch, she stands and walks over to me. She walks with gracefulness in such high heels, you’d think she was a damn model.

Stopping in front of me, she grabs the glass of rum from my numb hand. As if to hypnotize me, she purses her perfectly shaped lips around the rim of the glass and takes a long sip. She gulps the contents of the glass and sets it on the bar behind me, her lips taking the shape of the familiar manipulative smile from earlier.

Taking a step closer to me, she leans to my ears and my body stiffens in response.

“Hm, for someone who thinks I’m okay and I’m nothing special, you awfully like to stare, don’t you?” she whispers and pulls back to turn around to make her way back to the couch.

I laugh aloud. This girl had ing guts to toy with me. I turn around to refill my rum and make my way to sit on the couch across from her. She eyed me like I were to commit a crime any moment, and who knows, maybe I would.

I smirk at her and let my eyes graze over her body like they did in the dining room.

“It’s not everyday you meet a Princess of this sort,” I say slowly, emphasizing every word, and gesture to her.

“‘Of this sort?’” she repeats and an eyebrow at me.

I take a sip of the bitter liquid and gulp, slowly taking my time.

“This is my first time meeting someone like you,” I chuckle bitterly, probably enhancing her irritation further, but I didn’t give a . I was going to force this girl in a corner and shut her up. I refuse to fight with a girl for power, especially a girl as psychotic as her.

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