Prince Raiver held the unconscious Naria in his arms, admiring her beauty as he walked. He couldn't shake off the feeling of protectiveness that had washed over him as he looked at her. For the first time in a while, he felt like the cold, sadistic, and exhausting noises in his head were finally gone. Holding her felt like a balm to his soul.
As they approached the gates, Raiver signaled to one of his soldiers to come forward. "Find out who did this to her," he commanded, his voice firm and resolute.
The soldier nodded and quickly ran off to carry out his orders. Raiver gently lifted Naria onto a horse, ensuring that she was comfortable and secure. He mounted the horse behind her and held her close as they rode towards the palace.
He couldn't let anyone harm such a beautiful and innocent person.
