King Magnus PO
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*LAST NIGHT...*
I carried Aria back inside, a quiet side from the noisy party going on, her body limp in my arms. My heart clenched in anger as I remembered the scene that had just unfolded outside. Those bastards dared to touch her—they dared to think they could take what was mine.
As I crossed the threshold into the grand hall, I nodded toward Fergus, my most trusted guard. "Fergus, make sure she's looked after. I have some business to attend to."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Fergus responded immediately, stepping forward to take her from my arms.
I reluctantly passed her over to him, watching as he carefully laid her on the nearby chaise. Her delicate face was flushed from the alcohol, her hair slightly tousled. I clenched my fists, my blood boiling at the thought of what could have happened if I hadn't intervened in time.
Those men… they were going to regret ever laying eyes on her.
