Chapter 50 The entire forest fell into an cerie silence. The only sounds were the chirping of insects and the occasional bird call. Damian’s large hand reached out, and in an instant, he pulled the sword from the guard’s waist through the air toward him. He raised the sword, its tip now aimed directly at … Read more
Chapter 49 Deborah wasn’t sure how long they’d been walking, but she was starting to feel drowsy. She rubbed her eyes and rested her head on Damian’s shoulder, her voice becoming hoarse. “Your Highness…” Damian glanced up. They’d made it halfway up the mountain, but the remaining distance would probably take another hour. If he … Read more
Chapter 48 “Sit down and take off your boots. Let me take a look,” Damian said, squatting down. Without waiting for Deborah to respond, he gently helped her sit and quickly pulled off her boots. Deborah gripped his clothes tightly, the pain so intense that tears were almost spilling from her eyes. Damian carefully removed … Read more
Chapter 47 Deborah didn’t know how to answer that question. Fortunately, Damian didn’t press her any further. Not far ahead, there was a small river. After gathering some herbs, Deborah helped Damian to the riverbank, where they sat down. She tore a piece of her sleeve, dipped it in the river to clean it, and … Read more
Chapter 46 After the final violent collision, the two of them came to a stop on the ground. Deborah was lying on top of Damian. She lifted her hand from his chest, and the first thing she saw was the large stains of blood on his clothes. His body was covered in wounds, all bleeding. … Read more
Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Deborah was gripped by sheer panic. No matter how hard she pushed or fought, Damian didn’t budge–like a mountain, unmoved and unshakable. He seemed possessed, lost to reason, like a man overtaken by a terrifying madness. When he tore open her clothing and buried his face against her breast, the fear … Read more
Chapter 44 Deborah’s heart raced in panic as she struggled to push Damian away. But he was like an immovable mountain–no matter how hard she shoved, he didn’t budge. The more she resisted, the more intense his grip became. His arms tightened around her. One hand pinned her wrists to her sides while the other … Read more
Chapter 43 XX 20 The presence of assassins in the predator zone made the entire hunt even more thrilling than tracking wolves alone. Deborah had always assumed that princes in ancient times–noble and pampered–would be the kind to value their lives above all else. But now, watching them charge ahead without hesitation, she realized how … Read more
Chapter 42 Deborah had always trusted her instincts–and today, they were dead on. That afternoon, just as the group began venturing deeper into the predator zone, her warning bells went off. Then it happened. A cold arrow sliced through the air, aimed straight at her. Even though she’d been mentally prepared and on high alert, … Read more
Chapter 41 The men had spent the entire morning hunting wolves, while the women, by noon, had already begun to rest. Gwendolyn made her way over to Deborah. “Princess Deborah, I brought some pastries with me. Would you like to try one?” Deborah glanced into the distance. The men were also taking a break–but even … Read more