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Chapter 51: Anastasia Larsen

Captured in a gaze that initiates the perfect image of a jewel, all air leaves my lungs as I feel my shoulders go rigid at the sight of the handsome man in front of me.

Wavy brown hair, crisp button down, a dimple rests on the side of his mouth.

Concern etches his pristine features which almost has me gaping from the mere sight of him.

Who on earth is this man and why does he look like he jumped off of the pages of a novel.

My mind registers the previous encounter and my current position, embarrassment flushes my cheeks which is a rare occurrence for me.

Not that I am composed like Camilla whatsoever, clearing my throat as I stand up straighter and attempt to tug my arm back in a manner that does not appear too firm.

He looks unbothered by my actions and merely releases the grasp he had moments ago. "Are you alright?" He questions.

Standing up straighter as I impose myself to appear more of my normal structure. I narrow my gaze at the unfamiliar man and raise an eyebrow at him. "Thanks, yeah I'm fine." A lack of conviction in my tone has me mentally kicking myself in the shin. Scratching the underside of my jaw as I meet his gaze. "Intruders normally get their wrists sliced." I speak bluntly.

He looks unaffected, a polite expression remains glued to his face as his lips tilt up further, revealing more of the dimples he has. He shakes his head and stands up straighter. "I imagined a punishment to be merely jail time?" An illuminating grin covers his face as he crosses his arms over his chest.

My brows furrow at his challenge, indulging me further into the state of frustration I already was captured in. "Challenging the princess?" I scoff out, miming his stance as I cross my arms over my chest. Making little effort to affect him seeing as he is much taller than I am.

Revelation of my title does little to waiver him, instead he smiles further while dipping his head to properly let me catch a glimpse of him. "You seem more concerned with my need to provoke you instead of the fact that you deemed me an intruder in your domain."

He appears to be doing nothing but mocking me, I narrow my gaze and perch my hands on my hips as frustration covers my cheeks. "Who are you?" Scowling out with a firm grasp to my tone.

"I can promise you, I am not an intruder."

"I'll be the one to judge, you still haven't told me who you are."

A sigh slips from his rosy lips as he bites back a smirk, "I am an associate of your sister."

An eyebrow shoots up on my forehead while my stance lightens, "You can't possibly be in an age range near fifteen."

Releasing a suave chuckle while shaking his head, a tendril of his wavy hair spills onto his forehead. "Your eldest sister."

No wonder he looks like he was painted to life, anyone who looks like an enchantment of humans with their aura obviously is concurred with Camilla. Along with the fact that no wonder he makes me want to bash my head against the wall.

"I see." My voice is clear as I narrow in my gaze at his appearance, sweeping my leer over every inch of him. "Shouldn't you be with her then? She isn't exactly the type of person to leave her guests on their own."

"Agree to disagree." He chuckles gently while running a hand down his crisp shirt, "Your sister had an incident and ran from me."

"Oh." Confusion furrows my expression as I stare at him, waiting for any elaboration.

Fortunately, he picks up on the hint and seems more antsy the further time goes by. "She fell into a lake."

For a moment, I expect him to just say he was messing with me but he remains silent.