Princess Amaya was half-running as she turned around the corridor. She bumped into a hard wall of the chest and she almost fell but the strong arm of a man encircled her thin waist and stabilized her.
At first, she felt flustered and felt a familiar warmth and comfort, but when Amaya looked up, she stared into a pair of deep gray eyes, the coldest she had ever seen.
The man released his hold on her, and she stepped back.
"I am sorry." She apologized and hurried to the exit at the end of the corridor.
Julienne and a few of her bodyguards soon appeared and trailed after her.
The man next to the one Amaya bumped into trembled. "Sir Charles, my apologies for letting her bump into you. She suddenly appeared..."
The man he addressed, Charles, glared at him, and he stopped talking.
