She'd done it. She'd lured him away from the safety of the guards with passionate kisses and a flash of thigh. But something told her not to kill him - something about those kisses made her heart flutter. As she toyed with his crown, the prince murmured, "You've come to kill me, haven't you." Cyra smirked up into his eyes, trying not to get lost, "Correction: I came to kill you. But, Your Highness, you're far too handsome to kill. And we can have much more fun if you're alive."