"Where is he? What did you do to him?!" the Princess's lips quivered as she couldn't even begin to think what this evil Lord might have done to her werewolf.
"A few strokes from about twenty of my men seemed to have made him humble. He should currently be in the last stage before he takes his last breath. Comply with me and I promise to let him go," Lord Derke said.
The Princess slipped down to the floor as the devastating situation at hand dawned heavily on her and it felt like she was being choked to death.
She had to obey Lord Derke or else Lukel would pay for what he had no hand in.
She would have to march to the hall and demand for the wedding procession to stop because she had to marry Lord Derke.
That was what she had to do.
She had no other choice. Lukel had suffered so much already for coming into her life and she couldn't let him kill him off like some kind of stray animal.
