Jaai took Cyprian's hand after finishing the delicious bite. She hadn't eaten since breakfast had she? She wanted to ask for more food, but Cyprian seemed anxious to leave. "Oh,Your Highness, my dearest and I are quite tired. We will find our rooms. I'm sure my Prince will be able to show me mine...?"
She honestly didn't know why Cyprian was so silent. Atalanta had made him cookies, and they were wonderful. Though, she did want to meet the disgrace himself. That would be fun.
When Yina received no answer, she sighed and leaned back into the throne. Another mindless assassin stood in her presence. It was pathetic, assassination. It wasn't even a real fight, and all you did was just "poof". Dead. No torture, just quick death. If you want to torture someone, torture their mind. Torture their spirit to live. Then, when they begging for release of death, deny them the pleasure.
Yina bit her tongue, ashamed that she would take a ride such a murderous thought train. Where had she even learned those cruel methods?
Were they not the exact steps of the torture that had been inflicted upon her? She recalled the faces of a white-haired couple. They told her her husband would die for his crimes...
No, her husband was not dead! He wasn't! She had spoken to him. He told her she was okay and he loved her but his eyes were black, and not the cold yet inviting ice blue he usually gazed upon her with.
Her heart was beating unusually fast. She glared at a wall, telling it that she was okay. Her heartbeat slowed progressively.
"Well, who should we summon, King?"