- Laith Taher 267
“What do you want me for?” he said quickly.
He paused then said in wonder, “You do not look ill
at all!”
She stood up, walked slowly and confidently
towards him, and stood opposite to him with her shining
blue eyes and charming black hair as he was looking at that
unique irresistible beauty.
“I am yours,” she said. He was shocked by what he
heard, stared at her, and said with disapproval, “What did
you say?”
In a confident voice, she replied, “I know you
wanted me since the first day you saw me. I am very
beautiful and a great princess and you are a man. You
cannot resist all this.
“I know you love me. Your eyes told me so. I know
that the only thing that came between us is your hatred for
my father. I am yours, and your brother does not have to
know.
“Come on, touch me, Jarvis... touch me.”
She might have hesitated before commencing her
plan but as soon as she started and got involved in the
events, she let herself go because she was the princess
whose wishes had never had any limits.
Jarvis felt as if he was stabbed in his heart. He
wished he had never lived to see that. A Proud might
tolerate everything. Jarvis accepted even the death of his
father and brother. But a Proud would never tolerate an
insult to his honor no matter what, and Hammond’s honor
was Jarvis’s honor and might not be violated or even
touched.