Chapter Thirty Nine

He barely managed to block my punch and surprise flashed through his eyes as he stumbled sideways a few paces from the impact of my next attack which was a roundhouse kick. I stared at him for few moments in fury when I realised that he wasn't going to defend himself anymore from my attacks and somehow that just made me even angrier.

The next attack sent him flying out of the door just as Rosette and Ali walked in and Ali barely had enough time to tug Rosette out of harm's way. Crispin crumbled against the wall and he slowly picked himself back up. There was a gaze in his eyes. A gaze that I couldn't stand to see.

It was a gleam that spoke of volumes of duty. The duty of letting me do what I wanted because of who I was, because I was the Ivashkov Princess. In terms of titles, Crispin was nothing but a mere guard and it seemed that in his eyes, I could beat him to a complete pulp and he wouldn't even contemplate on defending himself because I was of higher status than he was.

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