Klara couldn't help but stare at the mesmerizing beauty in front of her. How could a man or a human possible look like this?
She took in every detail. The perfectly sculpted face, the defined eyebrows, the flaming eyes, the sharp nose, lips made to kiss and a flawless skin. And his hair, it was long, thick and black and shone in the sunlight. Klara realized that none of his hair was out of place or dirty even though they had spent the whole day on a battlefield.
The prince leaned down and reached behind her. His scent reached her nostrils, he smelled of spices. He should smell of sweat and blood after killing almost all her men.
After hearing a cutting sound Klara's hands were free. Before she could stand up he grabbed her jaw and made her look at him.
"Don't ever think of running." He warned his voice low.
Klara was never the obedient type but she found herself nodding.
