Damien's POV
It's now a week later after we promised to meet every night. All I could say is so far so good.
I'm now here sitting on a big rock near the lake. I've been here for half an hour. But it's okay.
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Two hours had past but she is still not here. And that is so unusual since she's always early. Sometimes earlier than me.
I walk back and fort. Thinking what might have happened to her.
"Damien" I heard a familiar voice. "Son, tell me honestly. Why do you came here every night?" my old man asked.
"I... I just wanna enjoy the view in this lake. " I lied.
"Hmm, I'll go back to the palace first." he said then walked away.
After he's gone. I just sat here waiting for her.
"Damien" And finally I heard her voice. I quickly went to her. I checked her body if she's wounded or not.
"I'm fine" She reassured me with a smile.
"So this is why you're always here." A frightening voice was heard. And when we turned to look at that direction.
It was my father. With a blood thirsty eyes.
"Damien, who's that? " Dahlia said while hiding on my back.
My dad quickly attack us. I fought back. My father tried to kill Dahlia. I quickly punched him down. I then quickly tied him in a rope. Then quickly fled. With Dahlia in my arms.
After I feel that we're far enough I stopped. Panting.
"Who was that? And most of all what is he? " Dahlia bombarded me with questions.
"He... he is my father" I replied.
"Then what is he!??! What are you!?" She raised her voice.