Opus Sectile

The Competition is over, but so what? My ex is still dead, and now I lay awake in the castle awaiting his wee killer. "Come and get me," I shouted to the world days and days ago.
Kill or be killed should be made into a rule in the Land of the Fair−my grandfather would approve. The anticipation alone may be the death of me.
I've thought up a new motto. Hunt or be hunted, old and new lovers be damned.
After I escape my grandfather's kingdom, Jaz catches up with me. The damn referee didn't win th...