He kept enough distance between them both. His arms still crossed in front of his chest, and he huffed. "I'm Nobleman Herrington, a court man of the king," his demeanor carrying arrogance and pride as he spoke, his eyes narrowed at Kat as if she were a mere insect he could squash beneath his feet.
Kat pushed herself up from the ground, her eyes locked on the man. Despite her taller stature, he didn't step back, his arms still crossed in front of his chest. Her face darkened, she narrowed her eyes at him, her expression a clear indication of her annoyance. Kat wasn't one to be impolite, but she didn't appreciate the hostility he showed her, especially since she didn't even know him.
Kat looked down at the man in front of her, her memory hazy. She recalled walking in the woods and seeing the lake house, but the rest was a blur, she ran her fingers through her hair.
As she surveyed her surroundings, her eyes scanned the massive courtyard beyond the steps. The magnetic pillar of the building stood tall. Her gaze lingered on the courtyard, searching for anything familiar, that could make sense at the moment. That's when she spotted one of her suitcases a few steps away, and soon located the other one nearby.
Kat turned to retrieve her suitcases, ignoring the man's protests. "Where do you think you are going, lady!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with annoyance. She walked forward, her eyes fixed on her luggage. As she reached for the suitcases, she could feel the weight of the onlookers gazes upon her.
With her suitcases in hand, Kat returned to the man, whose face was now red with anger. "How dare you ignore me," he spluttered, his finger jabbing in her direction.
Kat's hand tilted, her gaze icy and piercing. Each word that left her lips carried a chilling edge. "None of your words seem worth my response," she stated coolly. "I need answers just as much as you do, mister." Her tone turned sharper. "So, let's start over. Tell me where I am, who brought me here. And also why you're all dressed like you're in a 16th-century era-themed event." She said the last part with a confused frown
Kat's aura shifted, her tone taking on a crisp, cool quality. The nobleman's confidence wavered slightly. "You are in the kingdom of Davorin," he replied, his voice a little less steady. "I don't know what you're talking about; no one brought you here."
"Davorin?" Kat repeated softly, her eyebrow arching slightly. The crowd's murmurs continued as whispers flew around from one person to another. "What if she's a witch?" a voice spoke in a hushed tone. "Yes, they have been witches caught in the nearest villages. She must have been sent to infiltrate the castle," another voice spoke in a not so hushed tone.
The whispers reached the nobleman's ears, and he stumbled back, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at Kat. Her strange clothing and confident demeanor suddenly seemed ominous, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. His mind raced with the possibility that she might indeed be a witch, and he glanced around nervously at the crowd, wondering if they too suspected her of sorcery.
"Yes, she must be a witch!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling.
Kat's eyes widened in disbelief, and she shook her head. "You guys are crazy," she said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of unease. "I'm calling the police."
Kat swiftly pulled out her phone, intending to call Hanna or the police. However, she accidentally opened the camera app, and the flash went off, capturing a photo of the crowd. The sudden flash sparked panic among the onlookers. People stumbled and tripped over each other in their frantic attempts to flee, creating chaos in the courtyard.
"Sorcery!" "She's a witch! Run!" "Witch!" the crowd screamed in terror, their voices echoing off the castle walls.
Herrington, still reeling from shock and anger, fell to the ground, his gaze fixed on Kat with a mixture of terror and fury. "Guards, seize the witch!" he cried out, pointing an accusing finger at her.
The guards hesitated, their eyes darting between Kat and the frantic crowd. One of them finally stepped forward, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Ma'am, you need to come with us," he said, his voice firm but cautious.
The crowd burst into chaos, their accusations flying like arrows in every direction. Kat stood there utterly confused by what was unfolding before her.
Turning to Herrington, her voice rang out with irritation, "Are you crazy? What the heck are you saying? Are you even serious?" "It's just a damn phone."
Herrington soundly stood up and closed the distance between them, his face contorted with rage, when suddenly he lunged towards Kat. Kat dodged his lunge and swiftly countered, using his momentum against him. She twisted his arm behind his back, immobilizing him. "What gave you the nerve to think you could touch me?" she said, her eyes narrowing.
Despite his struggles, he was now trapped, unable to break free from her firm grip. "You don't know who you're messing with," Kat said, her voice steady and assertive. "Unhand me, witch!" he spat, his eyes blazing with fury. "I will make your life a living hell!" He bellowed, "Guards! Burn her, she's a witch! She attacked us! She will wreak havoc upon us all!"
Kat's brows frowned, at his words 'what is going on with this people?' she thought to herself. She was starting to get really irritated by the man's constant blabbering. "Stop calling me a witch or shall I break your arm instead," she threatened.
Her threat seemed to have worked, as he stopped yelling. She let go of him, watching him stagger forward before steadying his balance. He turned around and pointed to Kat. "Guards, capture her." One of the guards lunged towards her, intent on grabbing her. She reached into her pocket, her fingers wrapping around a canister of pepper spray, she sprayed the pepper spray directly into the guard's face. He let out a piercing scream in pain "ahhh!! It burns!!!!!" The screamed as the effects of the spray took hold, causing intense burning and discomfort.
She winced at his pained scream, she inwardly felt bad for him. 'Now I really wanted to beat that noble twerp into a pulp.'
With each step they took toward her, kat could feel they were wary after she had sprayed one of them with the pepper spray. The guards approached her cautiously, clearly afraid of the thing she held, keeping the guards at bay with the pepper spray.
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Two men made their way down the corridor, their footsteps echoing off the marble floor. One, a man likely in his twenties, walked with a deliberate stride, his shoes clicking ominously. He had dark hair and dark gray eyes that seemed almost hollow, devoid of emotions. The cold, indifferent look on his face only added to his intimidating presence, each step he took demanding authority.
The other man, a butler dressed in a distinguished uniform, stood in contrast, exuding calmness and composure. Appearing to be in his early forties, his face conveyed a sense of responsibility and wisdom.
As they emerged from the corridor, they entered the grand entrance hall, where Kat and others were gathered, their eyes fixed on the two men with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
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Kat stood, her eyes fixed on the guards, conscious of their every move. The guards, including Herrington, seemed to have gone stiff suddenly, their attention drawn to the hallway. She followed their gaze and spotted two men making their way down the corridor.
One appeared to be an older man, his demeanor calm and composed. The other man, however, sent a shiver down her spine. When their eyes met, Kat felt a chill run down her spine. His dark, hollow eyes held no spark of warmth, like an endless void. His gaze seemed to pierce through her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and uneasy.
His aura radiated an intensely ominous feeling, one that seemed familiar yet elusive. Kat's mind raced, trying to place where she had felt this sense of dread before, but it lingered just out of reach, teasing her memory. The feeling was somewhat suffocating, making her heart race quicking for a second.
As they emerged from the corridor, the butler's eyes swept over the chaotic scene before them. Kat felt the shift in the atmosphere, The guards, who had been so determined to capture her, now seemed to be having second thoughts. Their fear of the two newcomers was palpable, and they hesitated, unsure of what to do next. Kat's heart raced as she met the younger man's dark gaze, his eyes narrowing in a silent warning that sent a chill through her bones.
As he passed by, his eyes briefly met hers. Despite his intense gaze, Kat chose not to waver and kept her composure, staring back at his dark eyes with her fiery ones.
Kat watched as Herrington, along with the guards, deeply bowed to him. As he continued to walk away without even glancing in their direction, not once did he pause his steps, he said something to the butler before disappearing walking straight into the next corridor, the echoes of his footsteps fading into the distance.
Kat watched as the younger man walked away without even a glance in her direction, despite having clearly seen her predicament. She couldn't help but think, 'Seriously, not even a hint of care?' and let out a sarcastic "Tsk" under her breath. 'oh what a gentleman. What kind of a person just leaves a lady in distress?, talk about rude.'
The butler, however, approached her, his eyes fixed on the scene before him, he didn't appear the slightest beat surprise or worried about the scene around him. The older man's gaze remained steady, his face held a polite smile , but his eyes gleamed with a calculating intensity....