MIQUEL'S POV

“Who is it?” He asked. He was on top of helpless Craspina and was ready to do his dirty job.

“It's me.” I drew the sword straight to his face.

“Crown prince,” he warned. I lifted the sword slowly, toying it with his useless thick neck, and he breathed fearfully. Beads of sweat drop every second. I threw the sword away.

“Let's go!” I told Craspina, but she was still in a state of shock. I pulled her forcefully, taking her outside.

"Your highness” I ignored her and pulled her farther from the pervert's quarters.

“My hands ache,” I released her hands abruptly and faced her.

“How could...