Zedekiel stood to the side, amused by the Prince's seriousness. He could say that since the day the Prince stepped into Netheridge, this was the first time he had seen him concentrate on something so well. He had to admit. Even the serious Prince was very attractive. Some minutes later...The King and the guards stared at the Prince's masterpiece with wide eyes.What the hell was this?!!!!!Prince Ron had a smile of satisfaction on his face. He had done good. Well done to himself. He patted himself on the back mentally.The prisoner was shaking and sweating bullets. He had been completely stripped down to his underwear, sitting on the edge of the chair with his limbs spread wide like a starfish, arms and legs secured by chains which were attached to the walls. A pair of large sharp shears were hanging above him by a rope which was held up by a hook in the ceiling then down to Prince Ron's hands.What scared the prisoner the most was that Prince Ron had ordered the guards to pull out

The room had been cleaned.Broken items had been swept away. The chairs and tables were put in their original position. The torn bedsheets were replaced with new ones and Princess Rose was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading a letter.Her face grew uglier the more she read and that only meant she was angry. The angrier the got, the worse her temper became and the more horrible she would be.The servants noticed this and all went on their knees, staying some feet away from the bed. They also took away any object from her reach. Knowing her personality well, she would throw at them whatever her hands find.This bad behaviour of hers had once led her to fatally injure a servant and what was worse was the fact that she didn't care. She even said that the lives of the servants were not important. They were meant to die for her anyway.Sure the servants would give their lives up for their masters to live but saying it so blatantly made her servants feel worthless. They could lose their