877 A dog or A rat?

"You sound scared, your highness." Lily smiled as she closed the magazine in her hands. She then put it on top of the extravagant coffee table carved of oak.

"How… How did you get in here?" He asked as he tried to stop his voice from shaking. He pretended to act as if her presence did not affect him in the least as he tried to walk towards his night stand where a gun was safely tucked near his bed.

"If you are looking for this… then… I already took it out for you." Lily's words made him so still, he could feel his own heartbeat wildly beat against his chest. "And the bullets too." He heard the sound of the bullets clacking against the tiled floor. He gulped and turned towards Lily. Was she here to kill him? The realization made his face go pale.

"Why are you here?"