Harlow looked up at Raphael and despite his fearsome appearance, she only felt relief flood through her chest. The fears she had, disappeared in his presence… but then she realized that she was clinging to him.
Why was she doing that? The princess was supposed to distance herself from this Demon King. She didn't want the man to get the wrong idea and assume that Harlow was enamored with him.
She was just relieved that he saved her. In this foreign place without a single friendly face, he was like a breath of fresh air.
"Are you okay?" Raphael asked again. His voice was gentle and soothing, almost like talking to a child. He was careful with his words and action, so as not to add stress to this distraught-looking woman.
"I-I'm fine. I didn't get hurt at all." Harlow stepped back and raised her hands.
