The Portrait of Pride

“I want a blind woman to be the Crown Prince’s bedchambermaid.” The Crown Prince, at the height of a power struggle and Diana, the maid sent to bring him down. “My brother is naturally affectionate. He cannot easily pass up something delicate and beautiful. He will not cast you out. So you should cover his eyes and plug his ears. Until I come and cut off his head.” No, the world must have gotten this one firmly wrong. Diana cried out, shuddering from the thunderbolt of pleasure. To the one who sent her here, he was wrong. Diana had never seen a demon as cruel and seductive as this one.