“Your words wound me deeply, but your silence hurts me even more.”

“Oh shut up.” I muttered.

“So she does speak.”

I spun around, sticking a knife under his chin. He was startled, worried I might go through with my threat.

“Listen, I have every right to be angry at you. I don’t care how fancy you can talk or proper you can talk. You are a prince, every thing just given to you while I have to kill people for a living. Do not argue with me. I may not like to kill people, but I am certainly not afraid to.”