Patricia’s hands were freed thanks to the King’s orders and the guards left the room.

Patricia growled while she rubbed her pained wrists. When her eyes finally grew accustomed to the light in the room, she could properly see the man sitting in front of her.

He was handsome, like a pleasant view for her eyes or a delicious majestic-tasting candy. His black hair was shining, moving like glass blades in a meadow by the wind. His beautiful purple eyes shone as though a jeweler had carved the most precious stones and put them inside his eyes. But more than anything else, he had an elegant aura that exuded around...