Prince Gavril slowly descended from the stairs, his eyes were focused towards Lucinia before his lips lifted into a twisted smile. Then without any warning, he arrived in front of Lucinia, towering over her small frame. "I hate it when people manipulate me."
"Is that so?" Unfazed, Lucinia returned his glare. For some reason, she had been a little addicted to making people angry. Was this her new hobby? "But that is not the answer to my question Elder brother. What do you think— "
A sudden gush of wind interrupted her words. Next thing she knew the Duke's heart was already on Prince Gavril's hands. Then he looked at Lucinia and smiled at her. "Would you like to keep his heart?"