Faeya glared at the prince. "Do you think I am a fool to believe that you would not hurt the princess? Who do you think you are talking too hear?!" She yanked her hand from Thack's grip and stood defiantly in her tattered, dirty, bloody dress. "I have seen your people, your [i]army[/i] kill my parents without a second thought. They were nobility, for goodness sake! I thank the King everyday because he took me in and made me the princess' lady in waiting. Now, my best friend is in the hands of a murdering sadist and he says he would not hurt the princess?!" She put her hands on her hips. "As I said before, do you think me a fool?"