"I will go look for her," Lyon walked over to the dungeon where Rebecca was trapped.
His eyes were firm on interrogating that woman and get the truth from her one way or another, even if he had to retort to cruel means. He didn't give a damn on that woman's well-being.
The first time he saw that Princess, he remembered her face from a dream he had some days before his arrival at the Count of Reid's castle.
However, he could feel something was off about the dream. He would never behave that way with a woman he just met. He would never fall in love with an infatuated fool, and that was the first impression Rebecca gave him, an infatuated and fool, even more like a spoiled Princess that liked to use his father's knights to do her whims not caring for her country's people.
