The Krestochian city or the night city of Krestochia, regarded for its beauty and enchanted serenity is ruled by an emperor named Henry Nicolov. Who is known for his charisma, wit and the fearsome aura that he holds. He is considered cruel and ruthl...
He is coming. Getting closer with every passing second. I can hear his heavy footsteps behind me, pounding on the rough ground, hard. What have I gotten myself into? A moment ago I felt ecstatic and protected with him but I realised that I was so naive, so ignorant about my past, about him.
My heart is going crazy with fear poisoning my mind. All the moments I survived, haunting my soul and mind in the worst way not helping me give any courage in this situation. I ran away because I just cannot face him. He will punish me, torture me, hurt me and kill me eventually, then my parents. But just to survive his rage I accepted my guilt in the past. Even though I didn't betray him. Now, he has a proper reason to blame and kill me, that I accepted about that night with a man whom I don't even know.
I left the palace in such a hurry, tripping over several times but never stopping. At first I heard his footsteps later accompanied by his voice, beckoning me as I went deeper into the dense dark forest away from the palace. I can't return because if I do I won't survive. If I disobey, it will still get me in trouble. Its either do or die. This is my last chance to escape him, this seems so impossible but deep down my heart I have a hope that I'll flee his grasp.
My skirt not helping me run and my knees going weak. Panting heavily, I stopped. Taking the support of the tree bark beside me I put a hand on my heaving chest, then gulping down I turned around.
Oh no, he is coming!
Despite exhaustion, I sprinted again only to be tripped down. A gasp escaped my mouth as my skirt was caught by a branch, I tried hard freeing myself with shaky fingers but in vain since it was stuck. Without giving a second thought, I gathered some strength to tear my skirt up and kick the slippers aside to continue on my run.
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Henry's POV:
I chased her out of the ball room. I remembered the fear in those sapphire eyes, the blood rushing in her skin, her breathing becoming heavy, panic obvious in her.
I could catch her in seconds with my vampire speed but I chose not to. I didn't want to scare her, not again, never. I don't want her to run away from me, it breaks me to see her getting away from me. I knew this, I had imagined this coming but never thought it would be this upsetting.
She ran with all her strength, sometimes tripping, but never ceasing her pace. I wanted to catch her, hold her, caress her and reassure her that I will never hurt her again. I called her name again and again, begging her to stop but she wouldn't and why would she even, for a beast?
