"Where is she?" Tyrone stared at the cold clock tower with gloomy eyes. He had come this far.
He had found Bella right here. He wondered if he would have looked further, would he have found her?
Bella took a deep breath. She was standing in front of her knights. They all were kneeling on the ground.
For them, she was a saintess, a light for the world. She was a kind woman that could never shout or be angry.
"I did not understand how this happened? Would you explain the duke or he is going to be furious. I am sure you have a good explanation. Right?" she eyes the knights who trembled.
It was not because of her but because of Tyrone. They all were scared of him. The woman was his wife. Though they were not sure of his intentions and were sure that he had tricked the princess to bring him here, they did not dare to show him defiance.
