50 Fooled Once. Never Twice (2/2)

Still Le-anne's gut was not in the right place. Something was unerring about the events leading to this and the situation she was in right now. Firstly, it was General Feng who always delivered messages to her, what changed now? And how dare this servant say that General Feng or whoever let him in is her master when she was a princess? If this person is worthy of being one to carry classified information, at least he would know who she is―the princess of Huticah. Lastly, he was too informal and rude to her considering her status. She couldn't stand the last bit the most.

”What plan?” She was not going to give him anything to bite on unless he did the same. Already, her hands were feeling the floor, searching for a self defence weapon. It was her hope that the spoon she used to eat her porridge with was there somewhere in the bowl.

”The mission, my lady?”

”What mission?”

”What other mission could they be?” Irritation was evident in his voice.

Not much patience? Good.

”I do not know what you are talking about, I'm just a palace maid.”

”Of course you know what this is about!” He lashed in accusation and familiarity was woven in the sound of his voice.

How could she not identify that voice anytime sooner? The only one that was capable of tying knots in her stomach.

”Unb.. elievable...” she stuttered in disbelief and sprung up, making a grab for him. She tried to pull the coat but he held it tightly.

”Let go of it you imbecile,” she demanded though he still did not relent.

Alright, she would have it with him the hard way. She swerved around and jabbed her leg towards him to which he rolled over and avoided. In seconds, she twisted herself and jerked her other leg. It nearly hit his stomach, to which he deviated himself from her then veered up from the floor.

Frustration boiling over, he forcefullydetached the coat from himself and shoved it to the floor.

”Damn it, Little Fox,” he said with a deadly tone. Exposed he was to her, but vulnerability is what she felt instead. He was leatharly approaching her and she unexpectedly started backing away from him until she was caught against the wall.

He towered over her with his notable height and they were again in a similar position they met in. Him prying, her the prey.

She tried to breathe, suffocated by his presence.

He was close to her. Against her. Around her.

It was all coming together. The cell was probably cleaned for him; the guard's weird change of routine and her being drugged.

His hands were already skimming down her body, holding her prison against the wall. Who else could be that bold?

”Grand General, you sly dog!” she rancoured.

And he laughed.

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