"Good morning, darling," his sinister voice hissed, piercing the air as his dark eyes bore into her soul. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down Naria's spine, driving her further away from him.
"So, you got married. A princess now, huh? After promising to be with me..." He inched closer, his furrowed brows accentuating the anger in his eyes that remained fixated on Naria's emerald orbs.
"I was devastated when you deceived me. Don't you feel a shred of remorse for your lies?" He placed his hand on her head, his fingers slowly entangling in her hair, while an electric shock coursed through Naria's skin.
His voice enveloped her, drowning her in darkness. The one person she yearned to escape from the most was standing right before her, caressing her hair, just as he had done before.
