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“Are you ready for your speech, Field Marshal?” A voice flew through the back of my ears. I turned and saw a female with blue eyes and a long, blonde ponytail. She is quite muscular and rather tall for a woman. She didn’t look angry at all, in fact, she seemed elated even after I staged a coup d’état and shot the king—her father.

I pointed towards a dead man who sat on a chair. “I think the king’s plastered blood, brains, and face makes a great, shining design on my future throne—red is such a wonderful color, isn’t princess?"

She unsheathed a dagger hidden underneath her skirt and pounced at my neck. I sidestepped her and smacked her firm ass hard enough to give me some distance. This gave me time to analyze the situation—the blade she used—it smelled fascinating.

“That dagger is either laced with poison or you’re one beefy princess,” I shouted. She gave me a wink—so it must be the latter…my type of girl. Still, she attacked me. Looks like I have to teach her some lessons.

She rubs her glutes. Her lips pout to the right, “That really hurt.”
“I saw an opportunity and I took it.”
“Is that what my ass is to you? An opportunity?”
“Princess Lena,” I stared at her eyes, my face blank from any emotion, “No. Your ass is also a prize.”

She pulled another dagger from between her legs and ran towards me. Aww, how cute! She thinks she’s twice as deadly with two daggers. Three seconds. I can finish her in three seconds. She lunged forward with both daggers. I grabbed both her arms right before she stabbed my ribs, and using my weight, we fell to the ground.

I’m on top of her, so there’s no way she can overpower me. I pulled both of her arms over her head, exposing her chest and underarms. I can feel her breathing brisk my skin. She let go of her daggers and I can feel her arms strain less. Her cheeks bloom slightly pink. She’s looking straight at me…and her blue eyes…huh? Princess Lena is enjoying this.

A man with immaculate military uniform kick opens the chamber doors with excitement. “Field Marshal! Is your speech—yaooo! What do we have here?!?!” He has his eyes fixed on us, “You two are having some fun.”
“It’s not what you think!” Lena shrieked in embarrassment.
“It’s exactly what you think,” I retort.
to be continued.

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