Elizebeth's disoriented eyes blinked around while struggling under the strong pinning of the psycho king.
The king's strong gaze followed her eyes where she went. It was like he was enchanted by her beauty, bewitched by her eyes. The playful smirk emerged from the flawless face, the undercut hairstyle flailing with the strong gust.
"Where have you been, my queen? My lover has predicted about you all along."
She held her breath.
The man undeniably drew in with a thunderous growl under his throat, emitting a strong sexual tension which her body submitted unwillingly. The man's eyes lewdly seduced her while licking and biting his own lips.
'Let me escape, let me escape.'
Elizebeth shut her eyes tightly after that. She refused to see her nightmare up close. It was hard then, it was hard even now. Despite her glory in the past, she wasn't strong enough to face her trauma.
