"Don't move, Aya." Marx shouted but his voice was gentle and soothing. He was not scared. He has seen Amaya in an even more precarious situation.
King Ralden who was distracted by Zanzara at that time looked up and his heart skipped a beat. Amaya was standing on a branch, her long legs were hidden behind a golden webbed cloth that looked like stockings. The hem of her short leather skirt stopped midway through her thighs. Her vest did not hide the beautiful curves of her body. Her copper brown hair was tied up in a bun at the back of her head but a few strands escaped and fall freely from her temples framing her face. A ray of sunlight seeped through the thick canopy of the tree and hit her hair making it look like a glowing halo on her head.
