Meeting Her

“I am Princess West’s personal guard, in case you are unaware.”

What…” Denise clutched the straps of her bag tightly in her grasp and took slow, cautious steps back. “What are you doing here?” When her back collided with the wall, she quickly glanced out the window, her amber eyes meeting those of the dozens of guards surrounding the premises. She was surrounded…completely. And having failed to notice the approaching danger was her worst mistake.

Did he come to kill her? Or…would he bring her to the Queen to be skinned alive?

‘Fuck!’ She cursed internally, her throat tightening.

This…was her only chance, but the doors to a new life had already been shut before her face. Was this how it would end after enduring all her pain? Was this really it?

“Hmm…” She heard him hum suddenly as his shoes slowly dragged inside the room. He uncrossed his arms from his chest and ran his fingers through his fluffy black hair. Seeing him up close, she noticed he had a scar above his eyebrows, but hi