My jaw clenched, the anger boiling within like a raging inferno. Prince Damon had gone too far this ti, playing his gas at the expense of my nerves.
I shook my head, a silent oath forming in my mind. "When I see Damon next, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "He needs to learn that there are consequences for his actions."
As the fires of my rage subsided, I began to see the glimr of an opportunity, a chance to speed up the completion of my special mission.
"In the anti," I thought to myself, a glint of cunning entering my eyes, "providence has delivered a gift, and I won't let it slip from my fingers."
Princess Alia, with her beauty and her grace was now standing before .
I spoke softly, my voice a gentle caress on the air. "Princess Alia, are you free at the mont?" I asked, my tone respectful and deferential.
My eyes shone with a humble sincerity, a gaze that offered no hint of the machinations swirling in my mind.
For now, I needed to earn her trust, to build a foundation upon which I could later build my sches.
Princess Alia's expression was one of bemused confusion, her delicate brows furrowing as she considered my question.
"Nothing, really," she replied, her voice soft and curious. "Why do you ask?"
On the outside, my face was an unruffled mask of polite concern, my voice a model of restraint and decorum.
But on the inside, my thoughts raged with the fire of desire. "I want to bend you that's why" I thought to myself and smiled.
"I was just wondering if you had ti to chat," I said, my voice even and polite. "If you're not too busy, perhaps a conversation would be a nice way to pass the ti."
My eyes lingered on hers, a hint of sothing forbidden lingering in my gaze.
Like an actor donning a carefully crafted mask, I transford myself into a shy and bashful version of the hardened warrior I truly was.
"I don't an to be too forward, Princess Alia," I said, my voice soft and hesitant.
My gaze dropped to the floor, feigning a shyness that was only skin deep.
But beneath the facade, my mind was racing, carefully mapping out the best course of action to achieve my true goal.
Like a fish sensing the tug of a well-baited hook, Princess Alia's gaze shifted to her guards, as they tried to pretend they couldn't hear or see our conversation
In that fleeting mont, I saw an opportunity, a chance to exploit their vulnerability and pull the Princess further into my web of deception.
"Of course," I said, my voice still soft and tentative, "if you don't have ti, I completely understand."
My gaze flicked up, my eyes locking onto hers with a hint of pleading, as if my heart were breaking at the thought of rejection.
"No, no, I'm free," Princess Alia said, the words spilling from her lips in a rush of excitent. "I'd be more than happy to chat, Levi."
"Sure?" I blurted out before I could stop myself, my voice betraying a hint of surprise before I swiftly composed myself. "I an… sure, let's go sit under the shade," I said, my tone smoothing out as I covered my misstep.
My steps fell into rhythm beside Princess Alia, my mind racing with the possibilities of this unexpected opportunity.
Four more days, I reminded myself, a ticking clock in the back of my mind.
I led the Princess to a nearby pillar, a secluded spot where our conversation could remain private.
As we sat down on a nearby bench, I stole a glance at her profile, drinking in the sight of her beauty with an appreciation born of desire and strategy.
The Princess's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she shifted her gaze toward , her head tilted slightly in invitation.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" she asked, her voice laced with a gentle warmth that belied her station.
The guards remained silent, their eyes scanning the courtyard as they maintained a vigilant watch. But I ignored their presence, my focus solely on the Princess before .
The words caught in my throat, my mind racing as I searched for sothing, anything, to say.
It was a trap I had carefully set, baiting the Princess with the promise of conversation, only to find myself caught in the snare of my own design.
I swallowed, my throat dry as I stumbled over my words. "I...well...uh..."
Drawing upon the wit and charm that had served well in the past, I recovered from my stumble with a quickness that belied my montary lapse.
"Let's talk about you," I said, my smile returning as I leaned forward, my voice dripping with sincerity. "Are you a mage?
Princess Alia's smile faltered, her head shaking gently from side to side as she refuted my teasing suggestion.
"No," she said.
"Thought as much," I agreed, a wry smile tugging at my lips. "I've never seen you at the academy.
The shift in Princess Alia's deanor was subtle but perceptible, the brightness in her eyes dimming as she spoke, her voice carrying a hint of sorrow.
"Yeah," she said, her gaze cast downward as she picked at a thread on her sleeve. "It's hard being the only non-mage among my siblings. The expectations can be...overwhelming."
"It must not be very interesting," I echoed, my voice gentle and understanding. "To watch your siblings learn the ways of magic while you are left to follow in the footsteps of past generations of non-magical royalty."
It isn't. She agreed gloomily. Then Princess Alia's mood had sudden and noticeable shift in her mood, the gloom of her previous musings giving way to a bright curiosity that lit up her face like a beacon in the night.
"Tell about the battle," she said, her voice eager and excited. "What was it like, facing the beast titans".
My expression conveyed a hint of surprise, as if caught off guard by the Princess's sudden shift in interest.
"The battle," I repeated, pausing to gather my thoughts.
Princess Alia's smile broadened, her eyes dancing with mischief as she responded, "Oh, of course, Levi, the hero of the day! Everyone was talking about you when you returned."
The smile reached her eyes, crinkling at the corners in amusent. "All the nobles and servants, they were just buzzing with your tale. 'Levi closed the beast portal, single-handedly!'"
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