"Hehehe... Well, never mind. Princess, you're coming with me," the traitor said, his voice cold and sinister.
Lutz, trembling with fear, instinctively stepped in front of Astrid, his small frame shaking but determined to protect her.
"Hehehe... a hero, huh?" the traitorous bodyguard mocked before slapping Lutz with enough force to send him flying through the air.
But before he could hit the ground, he was caught—gently, almost effortlessly—by a woman who appeared out of nowhere, her presence commanding and fierce. She set Lutz down with care, her hand lingering on his shoulder protectively.
"You dare touch my son?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with lethal intent.
