She woke to his kisses on her cheeks, a pleasant smile on his face. She glanced and realized they were in front of a house now.
"You can put me down," she whispered which earned a mild chuckle from him as he lets her.
She fixed her dress and looked cautiously at her murdering mad captor, she find the title she gave him fitting after he mercilessly killed his bodyguard.
"Where are we?" she inquired, it was a rather large estate, and the garden was obviously cared for by professionals. The white snow covered the tiled floor they walk in.
"A guest house," he answered curtly, smiling sweetly at her.
She blushed thinking about what have caused his rather good mood. She pouted as she recalled fainting from being taken over and over while they were on their way here. He really is too much.
