The news of Lita's potential escape reached the Crown Prince like a bolt of lightning, shattering the fragile peace he had been trying to maintain.
He felt a surge of possessive rage, a primal instinct to protect what he believed was rightfully his.
Lita, with her fiery spirit and defiant gaze, had captivated him from the moment they met. The thought of her slipping away, of her defying his authority, was unbearable.
He summoned his most trusted advisors, his voice laced with icy determination. "She will not escape," he declared, his eyes burning with a dangerous fire. "She is mine, and she will remain so."
He ordered his advisors to set a trap, a carefully woven web of deceit that would lure Lita into a false sense of security, only to ensnare her within its deadly embrace.
The Crown Prince, fueled by his possessive desire and a twisted sense of justice, was determined to break Lita's spirit. He believed that by trapping her, by demonstrating his power, he could force her to submit, to accept her fate as his captive, his possession.
He had no regard for her feelings, her desires, or the truth behind her desperate attempt to escape. He saw only the threat to his control, the challenge to his authority.
The trap was set, a carefully crafted illusion designed to lure Lita into a false sense of freedom.
The Crown Prince, with his manipulative charm and cunning, would play the role of the benevolent ruler, offering her a chance to escape, only to reveal his true intentions at the last moment.
He would use her desperate desire for freedom against her, twisting her hope into a cruel instrument of his own twisted desires.