"Girl," Jax shot an arm out at her, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back to him, standing up in the process. He stood over her, her eyes meeting his chin. Jax brought his hand up to his face, biting onto the finger of his glove and pulled it off. The back of his hand was facing her, as was the royal seal which had been branded into his hand and then traced with purple dye set into his skin. The only people in the kingdom that could afford the dye were the reigning family and those who bore the royal brand without being a member of the household had long since been executed. "I am the second son of King Reinhardt. Now [i]please[/i], accept the bloody truth."