3rd Person's P.O.V

The Prince let her stay in a luxurious room full of gold and white colors, she chuckled and smiled with full arrogance, she was slightly agreeing now with Asmodeus's plan to lure into the dens of the Lions.

She combed her hair and rubbed her face using a cotton wool, she cried so much just a moment ago to fake this shitty witness thing Asmodeus told her. She then looked at herself at mirror, she's indeed pretty, but maybe there's something more than beauty in her?

She heard a soft thud, just by the window next to her, she saw Heinley, Asmodeus's pet Raven, The raven was struggling because of a thing attach to it's claws. She opened the enormous window and let him in, then she removed the tight rope that secures the letter and a mini box.

"Thank you, Heinley." She made him drink some water before making him go back. She teared the letter, ignoring the pretty wax seal and read his letter to her.

The Castle looks fun, I guess?

Her eyes squinted with the first sentence. He can be really such a jerk, eh?

You don't know how much I'm happy for you to be able to enter the Castle, But I'm going straight to the point to why I sent this letter.

Obviously, I'm going to be blunt, do what the first reason why you are there, you know what it is so I'm not going to mention it. There's a matchbox inside the box attached to this letter, burn this letter afterwards. Enjoy your stay.

-Asmodeus-

She sighed and lit the math and watched the letter burn. She heard someone approaching so she immediately absorb the black smoke coming from the burnt letter. She then acted again. But she frowned a little when he saw it's not the Prince.

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"His Highness wants me to escort you to his study." It was the butler, with dark green hair that's tied up to his shoulder, and wearing square eye glasses.

"T-thanks." She faked her stuttering. Seems like the butler noticed as he fixed his slightly tilted glasses and faked a cough to brighten the mood.

"This way please."

As the butler turns his back on her her eyes flared in red, smirking as she laugh inside her mind.

She new the butler's name of course. After all, she cre--

"We have arrived." She gulped a invisible lump in her throat. She displayed a sympathetic look in her face before opening the door. The prince was sitting in front of her, right in front of her. His eyes piercing into hers.

"Your Majesty, 1st prince. Greeting." She bowed gracefully even with her pitiful look, how can she be so graceful knowing she's a commoner? Maybe that's what the prince is currently thinking.

She can clearly see through him, the prince is like an open book, his feelings are displayed on his face. He can't even hide it from her.

'What a pity' She said in her mind.

What is the crown prince doing? Keeping on staring at her like that.

"Hmm..." The prince didn't say anything and drank wine from the glass, then she noticed the features of the prince, platinum blonde hair, his hair is unique than his other brothers, his eyes are turquoise green, and his skin is pale, and when she said pale, she meant it. The prince's skin looks like it was made from paper. And his face's shape is small. And his jawline are at the right place.

She created him well, didn't she?

"Where do you live?" Suddenly the prince spoke, her attention returned to him.

"Uhm, I'm just... roaming around... I don't really have a permanent address..." She answered, the prince noticed her trembling.

"Sit down."

"P-pardon?"

"I said sit down." She showed a sly smile before sitting in front of him. The prince offered her tea but she gladly refused.

"How can a lowly commoner like me drink the same tea as your highness..." The prince nodded, that was a test. She knew it. The prince never offered tea to anyone. She knew. Of course she know.

"You probably know why I called you here, not because you're a witness." She laughed at the back of her mind, is the prince really that naive?

Of course, she planned all of it.

The prince's eyes followed her every graceful movement, is she a lost noble? Her hair is really bothering him, is she from another neighboring country? As far as he knew some country has black hair. But hers are quite different.

It attracts him, for what? The poor lady was just staring at him, while his eyes are looking at the carpet. What is he thinking about? He's staring at the carpeted floor not knowing the commoner lady in front of her is looking at him with arrogance, smirking and holding her laughter.

'I never wrote you as naive like this, main lead'