"So this is the First Prince of the Ancient Kingdom of Eron? How amusing. He's actually trying to rape his own fiancée. If everyone in the capital saw this, what do you think would happen? It would be quite a spectacle, wouldn't it?"
Aldrian's eyes widened at those words. He turned and saw a tall, dark-haired man casually strolling in, holding a thumb-sized stone.
"Nolan?" Aldrian froze and stammered. "How did you get here?"
Nolan slipped the stone into his pocket and closed the door behind him.
"Why am I here, you ask? Pfft! That's not important, Aldrian. What matters is… what are you planning to do to my sister? Are you trying to rape her?"
His voice rose, and his gaze sharpened. A faint pressure radiated from his body, making Aldrian tremble.
Aldrian's breath caught, and without thinking, he stepped back a few paces.
