Kral gives Alen a look. Alen nods, steps forward, and kicks Bernice off her horse.
"Oh, my prince." Bernice, who was on her knees, raised her chin. "Of course you know who I mean, don't you?"
Her feet were tied and she could not stand, but she still stared straight at Kral, her bright red lips like blood.
It was a hunting look, and she never believed that any man could resist her charms, and I was the one who was always forced to watch her triumph.
Kral came up to me and gave Bernice a cold, contemptuous look.
“Pa!” Kral slapped Bernice's face so hard that I shivered. Her golden hair fell to the side and her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Bernice touched her face and said with a lump in her throat, "I like you so much. You shouldn't have done this to me, Y
