She sensed danger, the kind of danger a prey instinctively feels when a hungry predator was breathing down on its nape. Like a broken puppet, Oriana froze like her strings had been cut. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, she turned around to look over her shoulder.
"Oh…"
The source of danger. He had somehow soundlessly appeared right behind her, giving off a dominating presence that forced her to turn around to face him, placing her hands between them in a feeble attempt to ward him off.
'Wasn't he sitting down just now?'
"Uhm, Your Highness…' She took a step back under that heated gaze of his. "Your Highness, please sit back down—"
Thud!
