Chapter 65: Jealousy

Nothing in this world has ever piqued my interest, so I would go to extreme lengths to have it. Until I met Acheron Lancaster. I don't want to be a princess. I want neither a crown nor a castle; I only want him, but the universe doesn't even want to grant that one wish.

I was moving silently through dense, dark woods. Dry leaves and branches crunch beneath my lace-up hunting boots. Midway through, the cold airbrushed off my face as I paused, only to be met by a rogue's ferocious gaze. I kept my composure as I watched it hurriedly attack me without expressing any emotion. However, I was quicker than it to disappear from my place and switch directions faster; its eyes couldn't follow or predict where I would appear next. It's very wrong that this thing misjudged me.

I heard its annoyed growl as it tried to chase after me, but I could easily avoid it. I was like a shadow, and no one could ever touch a shadow. When I get bored playing with this stinky dog, I immediately jump higher than i