Chapter 85: Well Played

Evanna and the prince stood staring at one another in the dark, dank dungeon. They were close enough to each other that they did not need the light from the torches to light up their faces. Arawn watched her intently and did not miss her eyes flash with realisation and a spark of anger before her own mask of composure covered it up.

She raised her chin defiantly, "I want to see them."

Arawn's features somehow hardened even more; she thought his skin might crack and break like a doll. He narrowed his eyes slightly, "I have already given you my word-"

"Your word does not mean anything to me until I see actions backed behind it, your highness," Evanna replied in a clipped tone.

Arawn appeared stunned at her words, his eyes were wide and lips parted, but he masked it immediately with an icy stare. However, Evanna refrained from smiling. It seemed the prince could create other facial expressions other than a glare or a smirk.