“You’re remarkably well-behaved this evening.”
“You’re remarkably well-behaved this evening.” The voice slithers from the darkness, coiling around the prisoners neck and sending chills down his spine.
“Could be the new manacles? Or the new guard? Or maybe I know how I’m going to die and it’s not here?” The quips are supposed to be sharp, threatening, but he can hear the quiver in his voice.
“Big talk, little darling. What shall I do to the prince’s little treasure? How would he like a blind guardian?” She steps from the shadows and just like every day before, he hates himself for noticing her beauty.
In Search of a Story 