His hands around her wrist tightened and her eyes narrowed. They both stared at each other baffling the crowd. They looked like they would strangle each other's neck if needed. What kind of love was that? It looked like hatred instead.
But no one dared to meddle in their affairs. They all could feel the oppressing aura of the count. But wasn't the count with the princess? Who was this woman?
A few who believed that she looked like the disappeared monique looked at them strangely.
"Let me go!" Elara warned but the man only looked at her with a condescending gaze.
"Elara.."
"She is not Elara." the voice came from behind and footsteps could be heard approaching. A man strong enough to pass as a knight stood in between them. Lenhart's gaze narrowed at him darkly when he noticed Elara smiled at him looking relieved.
"Alric!" she whispered sweetly and a nail pierced Lenhart's chest.
