"You said.... Prince Raji's concubine?" Shirayuki inquired hesitantly, almost humorously, she must've not heard the informant correctly.

"Yes, in other words, you would be his mistress," He remarked arrogantly, blurting it as if the declaration was the most obvious thing in the Kingdom. Shirayuki staggered backwards.

"That's absurd!" Shirayuki asserted, venturing forward as her voice picked up.

"I can't believe he would be interested in someone like me just because of the color of my hair! I would be an embarrassment to him." Shirayuki vouched, saying anything she could to avert the man's accusations.

"Still," the informant persisted taking a step forward himself as she stepped back.

"Prince Raji has taken a liking to you. Therefore you are required to appear at the castle," he demanded fiercely. With little hesitation, the informant had escorted Shirayuki all way to the back of the shop, her back pressed sharply against the wooden counter.

"I suggest you look presentable," He asserted condescendingly before swiftly marching out of the Tavern just as quickly as he barged in. His sword clunking loudly against his hip as his foot steps echoed darkly across the creaking floor until he approached the door and pulled it shut.

Shirayuki was left in bewilderment and shock, her only utterance being a sigh of relief that the man had left. Her green eyes remained wide as she felt her knees go weak and give out under her, slumping the rest of her body onto the floor.