She did not even need to try. Her eyes closed on their own.
There was no scream left in her. No fight.
So she decided she'd rake this arrow as peacefully as she could.
At least she would meet her parents soon.
"Come here," A voice that did not belong to Eden said. But it was familiar. Vaguely, but familiar.
She opened her eyes and stared at the man with golden hair, just a few shades darker than hers. Those hazel eyes almost pierced into her skin with the way he was staring at her.
Prince Eamon. Tryphon's immediate younger brother. She had barely met him in the past week. But he gave off a vibe of an untrustworthy person
The arrow that was still pointed towards her confirmed that.
But what does he want?
"I said, come here," He said, his tone low and commanding. He didn't sound like what he did in Tryphon's study the other day. Flirty, and playerful while he threatened his brother's throne.
