"I-it's you!"
Olympia could hardly believe her eyes when she saw the sun elf assassin casually leaning up against the wall with a knife in her hand. She was still in shock from having the icicle drawn on her by her lover.
She looked over at the man. He was still staring down at his stump, screaming in agony. Unfortunately, with the way the place was designed, it would take a long while for guards to arrive. More than enough time for the sun elf to finish her job and escape.
"Yes, it's me," Nimrodel said with a smirk as she looked down at the prince. She tilted her head to the side slightly, then looked back at Olympia.
"You let him fuck you, with a cock like that? Why were you moaning? Surely you did not feel pleasure from such a small thing."
Her thick accent made the mocking words even worse.
