Princess Rhiya' s Conclusion

"I will tell you all you need to know about Chelsea, your majesty. Just spare my sisters. Do not..."

The remaining words were knocked out of Melvin's mouth when he tried to negotiate with the prince.

"Do you think you can bargain your way out of the death that awaits you!" Prince Bershar boomed, grabbing Melvin by his hair and bringing his dagger up to Melvin's nose.

"No..." Melvin coughed, wincing in agony.

"Then Speak!" Prince Beshar blasted, his narrowed demented gaze piercing into Melvin's soul. His sharp dagger slashed across Melvin's cheek just a few inches below his right eye, leaving behind a thin straight cut, temporarily blinding the latter.

Melvin squealed as fresh blood trickled down his cheekbone. It felt as though the dagger had pierced into his eyes and torn the ligament that held the eyeball intact.

Melvin tried to move back but Florence pushed him forward knowing that she could be next.