Her breathing grew heavier, but she forced herself to remain still, blending into the background like any other lowly maid in attendance. No one could know what was truly brewing in her heart.
But you're wrong.
Her fingers curled into fists, fresh blood dripping onto the hem of her simple gown.
I am here, and I will make sure you suffer.
You killed my parents. You butchered my people.
I will return the favor.
I will slaughter your wives, your concubines, and your children. I will make your people tremble at my feet, just as you made mine. This is a blood debt, and I will see it paid in full.
A cruel, bitter smile tugged at her lips.
You think I'm dead, don't you?
But I'm still standing, Lupien. I am Princess Sorayah Drakon. I carry the blood of dragons in my veins, and I will not die until I watch you beg for your life at my feet.
A single tear slipped down her cheek. She wiped it away before it could fall, but the resolve in her heart did not waver.
