A recipe for death

"Now, I am going to give you another chance before Bones rips and tears your flesh and tests the resilience of your body" Prince Wyatt said, looking at Knight Camille with no expression on his face as his tamed beast, a rat slowly ripped and tore through her muscles.

Raising two fingers in front of her vision, Prince Wyatt said "You only have two choices, confess and die a painful death or keep your mouth shut and die regardless. Albeit it would be a slow, an extremely small painless itch that would keep on expanding until you begin to feel every moment of it and watch as your body becomes desecrated by a common rat"

Smacking his lips together, Prince Wyatt added "It's your choice".

An imaginary clock appeared in Knight Camille's mind, ticking with every second that slowly felt like an hour. And in those seconds, she could slowly see it, as though a curtain has been raised from her eyes, she could finally see it.

The First Prince. Prince Wyatt. He… He….