Iris stood frozen in fear as she gazed upon the strange, dark figure before her. Her heart pounded in her chest as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Who are you?" she said, her words quivering with fright.
The princess, poised and regal, confronts the dark figure man with a question about his identity. However, the man remains silent and instead moves closer to her, his movements slow and deliberate.
The princess begins to feel uneasy as she becomes aware of the man's proximity and the intensity of his gaze. She waits for a response to her question, but none comes.
As the man locks eyes with her, the princess feels a sense of vulnerability and instinctively closes her eyes.
She is unsure of what his intentions might be and fears the worst. The silence between them is palpable, and the tension builds as the man continues to stare at her intently.
Then, unexpectedly, the dark figure man smiles. It is a small, but noticeable change in his expression, and the princess opens her eyes in surprise.
She is unsure of what to make of this sudden shift in his demeanor. Is he trying to put her at ease, or is this a sinister smile meant to instill fear? Despite the man's smile, the princess remains wary of him.
As he gazed at her, a smile crept onto his face. "I am the guardian of this forest, Donavan," he said in a low, almost whisper-like voice. His words were laced with a hint of possessiveness, and his eyes seemed to glimmer with a strange intensity.
As Donavan approached Irish, her heart began to race with fear, and her eyes widened in terror.
He exuded a dominant and almost scary aura that made it clear he was not to be trifled with. Iris couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine as she watched him walk towards her.
She tried to reason with the stranger, hoping to understand why he was showing her something. But Donavan's expression remained cold and distant, and he replied in a cryptic tone, "I came to this place once again, with the same purpose that brought me here before." Irish was left feeling confused and uncertain about what he meant by "same purpose."
She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this encounter, and her mind raced with all sorts of possibilities. She wondered if Donavan was dangerous or if he had some hidden agenda she didn't know about.