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Damien barged thorough the garden gates with Elena in his arms. Anger and fury burned wildly within him as he walked towards the palace doors.
"Didn't I instruct you not to let her out of the house?!" he said to the servants who were sweeping the courtyard as evening approached.
"Y-your majesty. B-but his highness Prince Severin came for the lady." one of them managed to reply him. He instantly regretted his choice after remembering what had happened to the last man.
"Severin?" Damien's eyes narrowed at the man's words. Why would he lure her to danger? Or else it wasn't him...
Damien's brows creased together. Manipulation? Shape shifting? Illusion?
Before he could press further, Elena stirred in his arms and his attention was immediately directed towards her. He looked down at her and then at the servants who were more confused than ever and decided to deal with them later.
