Battle For The Throne

Samantha could still remember the first time she had used a dagger to stab him straight in the heart, burying the whole blade deep into his chest till she was left with the hilt, her movement back then was swift and clearly not up to what he had been expecting, but she received the shock of her life when he only smiled at her assault without showing any signs of pain, not even the slightest hint of it.

Musing over his reaction with a clear head, she wondered how many deaths he had died to be so insanely strong…. Strong enough that the piercing of a dagger leaves not a teeny-weeny bit of reaction on his face, but rather a slow, sadistic smile that could send his enemies dropping to their knees in defeat. She assumed it felt this way cause presently, she felt compelled to drop to her knees since she was still under his mercy.