Snippet #1866724

Belladonna
I didn't care if I looked like a sulking child! How can he even call me a child when he's only three years older than I am!
When I heard about the fake letter, it took a while for the full meaning to sink in. When it did, I was furious.
I growled at the annoying, partially albino prince. "I will murder you. I would murder you even if it meant another war with your kingdom, and probably even if it meant Quince has to die another time... I will murder you even if-"
Suddenly, my face turned pale and I broke off in the middle of my tirade, in the middle of a sentence. I had just told the Prince that Quince was dead. I really don't think he knew that already. Oh... what have I done! What have I done?
I just gave away one of the bigger secrets! Oh no, oh no, oh, no! I stared at the Prince, my eyes unwillingly blurring with tears. "You got what you wanted. You've made me cry. It takes an awful lot to make me cry. I hope you're proud. You win, I lost. Just please, give me my letter from Lucius." I held out a hand, hoping against all hope that he would give me my letter so I could run away and hide in a hole somewhere.