Don’t call me Princess. I am no one—an orphan and an impostor and an assassin. I have lied to you, and I will lie again, because it’s all I know how to do. I was cursed by the royal family, then sent to marry you under false pretenses and kill you in your bed. If I fail to do this by the end of the month, I will die. Not by the hand of the king’s guard, but by magic, right where I stand. If you don’t kill me first. I cannot fail. But you make me want to.
