Ave didn't stop hurrying away until she was far from the Empress's chamber. She slowed her pace and used her hand to pat her beating heart, which had been slamming forcefully against her ribs like it would burst out of her chest. She hadn't just escaped being framed for the ambassador's sudden disappearance, but had narrowly escaped being killed, all while having to stand in front of that frightening man, Edward.
Ever since she had come to this world, it always felt as if she was walking on a thin thread, a very thin thread about to break if she were to take any wrong step. She didn't like this at all; she wasn't the type to always be this guarded and frightened. Her life in the modern world might have been lonely, but she would have preferred it so much more than this one.
