• Temptress to the King,
    Princess to the Thieves.
    On her hand she wears no ring,
    and she's a deserter of her own beliefs.
    Cold eyes sparkling bright,
    A deadly beauty, a sight to behold.
    She's a true mistress of the night,
    Shadow-dark and Ice-cold.
    Indifferent to the pleas and cries,
    She works at her quick pace.
    Into the life of her target she pries,
    Playing nice, making face.
    Rydaine, the heir to her clan,
    will do anything to win over this man.