New Friend

Rosalie followed Clovis but halted when she realized he was leading her towards a big crowd. Confusion hit her before alarms began ringing in her mind. Why was he taking her towards a crowd where her potential killer could be hiding? It was no secret that barbarians held a deep hatred for her.

The crowd turned to look at them. Precisely at her, stabbing her with their venomous glare. Clovis continued to walk ahead and the crowd parted from the center to give him space. The crowd split in two to reveal him sitting on a throne on a dais. Her heart jumped to her throat when she saw him. It was clearly a public meeting. Was he going to execute her publicly just like they had done to his father? An eye for an eye. Was he finally going to take his revenge on her?

His hazel orbs were trained on her. His expression impassive and his demeanor calm but authoritative. His powerful presence could not be ignored.

Her foot remained rooted to the ground as doubts ran through her mind. She had