Samantha blinked at the genuity in his statement; he sounded unbelievably honest about his proposition but she didn't fully buy it. If the Queen's name was Carmela, then who was he? Everything about his presence bothered her to her wits, and she couldn't help but shudder in fright whenever he was near. There was something very peculiar about him that made her whole nerves scream to stay far away from him… but why?
The cool dawn air was starting to bite at her skin through the exiguous dress she wore, whilst the reflection of the awakening sun danced on the water, providing a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding before her eyes. Her grip on the hilt of the sword tightened, and her heart pounded as she kept her gaze fixed on the man who just stood there, staring with a harmless expression.
