166 The Missing Princess
It all happened too fast, so fast that the next minute, Calista found herself in a completely different environnt as she sank to the cold tiled floor.
No- it looked like a bed chamber if her eyes weren’t deceiving her, but there was little ti to study the place when a sword was intimidatingly placed directly at the nape of her neck, earning a quick shocking gasp from her.
Lifting her gaze up, she t the icy cold stare of a white-haired Enigma except, her eyes widened in visible admiration at the handsoness of the man standing in front of her.
He had taken his cloak off, revealing his face to the frozen woman who barely blinked as she remained seated on the tiled floor. Her face was still partially hidden by the purple scarf, leaving only her fox-like eyes visible to Azazel’s indifferent stare.
“Who are you?”
His calm demanding tone snapped Calista back to reality and she was only starting to realize that whoever this stranger was is more than capable of ending her life. To prove her point, he almost took the life of soone if she hadn’t foolishly interrupted him and got herself into this ss.
Without waiting for even a second, she opened her mouth to speak, “Annalise.” She called her na, recalling perfectly how the strange lady ntioned Anna’s na to the stranger who had abducted her out of her will.
Is it possible they knew Anna? Is Anna still alive??
“Where’s Anna?”
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“Does that explain your irrelevant snooping on things that hold no concern to you? She got away due to your repellent presence!” Azazel didn’t hide the irritation in his tone and he would have figured out sothing from Freya if this human didn’t interrupt at the last minute.
Today was the family ball, the mont Roshan gets to decide a mate and eventually becos the ruler of Viscarrian. He wanted everything to go perfect for his brother, thus, leading to his sudden visit to Draekharm in search of Freya, and he lost her all thanks to this snoopy human omnipresence.
Calista’s mouth hung agape at the accusation he just threw at her, but unfortunately the being doesn’t seem to look friendly in the slightest and is capable of slaughtering her in pieces if she dares to offend him.
He didn’t need to say it, his icy cold stare gave her enough warning. It had to be him who saved her the other day, she was sure about it.
“You can’t bla ,” she muttered with a considerable daring, “I wasn’t holding your hand or stopping you from going after her, you were chard by my beauty and lost focus, so bla yourself.”
“Listen..!” He made sure the cold blade rested on her pale neck, making her flinch in alarm and he crouched down to her level, obviously annoyed and barely hesitant on showing it as he looked deep into her aquamarine colored eyes.
“I can’t kill you cause even your death won’t be enough to satisfy for what you made lose today.”
Calista felt her heart in her throat at the ntion of death and she obediently remained seated on the ground, unmoving as the coldness of the sharp blade on her neck sent her skin prickling in fear.
Would the man who saved her really have the intention of killing her, or does he not recognize her at all??? He was looking at her with such disconcertnt in his eyes that it made her wonder if she made a mistake.
No, she shook her head ntally, breaking off the uncertainty that was starting to cloud her mind. She couldn’t be mistaken on this one, this very eyes of his proves that.
“You just stumbled into a Demon’s den,” Azazel heartlessly broke the news to her, “maybe after a few punishnts, you’ll learn to mind your business if you make it out unscathed.”
And he got to his feet, turning around to leave the chamber when Calista got to her feet as well, suddenly recognizing the gravity of her situation.
“You can’t lock in here!”
“Watch .” And he closed the door shut at her face, making her bristle back in startlent. He locked it from the outside and kept hold of the key.
Only when she was left alone did his earlier words ring in her head, ‘you just stumbled into a Demon’s den.’
Her eyes finally widened.
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At the Euphrasia palace, Adryan quickly put on his chlamys as he stepped out of his chambers, barely uttering a word to his worried wife who watched him leave. He didn’t even wish her well, neither did she get a ‘goodbye, I’ll be back soon’ from him, or a little display of affection that proved his concern, and it left her feeling gloomy as she closed the door after he stepped out.
The whole palace has been in a constant uproar after getting the ssage that a demon had abducted their princess, and quick tension arose from everyone as they moved helter skelter. Worried faces and looks of concern were portrayed on the faces of the maidens, most especially those who work for the princess personally.
The fury flashing in Adryan’s eyes wasn’t hidden as he walked through the hallway, and amongst all the guards that followed him from behind, only sir Bryan was bold enough to begin the conversation as he handed Adryan a map.
“How do we even find the princess if we can’t locate the main territory of those Demons?” He thoughtfully questioned, but Adryan only hissed as another guard threw his sword for him, which he expertly caught and hung around the side of his waist
“We’ll search every crook and cranny until we find my sister, I’ve had it with those Demons.” He opened the map that was handed to him. So far he’s got the information about the magical borders opening which ant, there was a possibility that the territories where those Demons shelter themselves must be revealed.
“Should I bring the–”
“Bring every necessary weapon except the Valerian sword,” he gave his orders, “I’m yet to separate it from its holster.”
“As you say.”
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