Chapter Two Hundred And Fifty-three: Desperate For A While

The third point of view

In the kingdom of Lincolnshire:

Even after seven years, his senses had not dulled at all. So when he felt a dip in his bed and the heat of a body next to him, he became conscious of a presence. Before the person could touch him, he had sprung up and grabbed her hand.

"Who are you and what do you think you're doing?" He glared at the woman attempting to get into bed with him. His gaze was cold and murderous, the woman shivered. 

"I-I sorry," She choked, "My prince, it was the queen. She insisted I must sleep with you today else my head would be chopped today,"

Prince Kai whipped away the sweat on his forehead and with a harsh voice, ordered, " Get out!"

The lady was hesitant, "B-but my prince, the queen-"

"Do you want me to tie you up and send you out?" He threatened.

"Of course not," The lady gulped, the prince was so frightening.

"Now, get out!"