That little affirmation—it was intriguing. There were many ways she’d found to make the prince submit, and all of them thus far involved violence. Apparently rubbing the right way did the trick...she’d heard he was a cat at some point, after all.

“Who am I to disappoint?” She murmured, one hand trailing back around to his neck and holding a blade against his Adam’s Apple. Her other hand kept up its rough ministrations.