Colette gave a smirk as he called her perfect.  She wasn't that in the slightest, she was a killer and a traitor.  But why was she swooning?  Giving into him and just forget her mission was becoming a plausible option, which wasn't good.  But his questions were becoming much too specific to her identity.  If he was catching on to her, she would have to act fast before he realized her plan.<br/>"My father is a very overprotective man.  He rarely let's me out on my own" she lied as she avoided eye contact.  It was becoming harder and harder to lie to him. It was twisting up her insides a bit, but she had to ignore it.<br/><br/>'He's in love with Cinderella.....not the real you' she thought to reassure herself.  She had pulled out her knife and found herself trembled a bit as she silently brought it out to his side.  Her brain was telling her to just stab him in the back and get it over with, but something kept holding her back.  Her knife was barely cutting open his skin.  "I'm really sorry.......this has gone on for long enough" she said quietly as she pushed him to the ground and got on top of him.<br/><br/>"I hate to do this, but I can't let you take that throne....." She said to him.  Her face looked a bit pained as she raised her knife up.  "Orders are orders..." She said.