Third Person's POV
No one can save you now.
The realization seemed to ripple through the lackeys behind him too.
Their faces froze as their earlier somberness drained away and left behind only shock and terror.
The realization of Virelle's true identity and the magnitude of Ethan's supposed crime turned their blood to ice.
This foolish pretty boy... he had dared to touch what belonged to the youngest and most cherished prince of one of the two monstrous empires of this huge continent.
He was definitely beyond dead.
Aram, who was almost giddy with the thought of the political weapon he now held, opened his mouth to spit out another wave of shit, when suddenly he froze in mid-breath.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that something was wrong.
He blinked once and twice and even pitched his skin, but nothing changed, and a sense of faint panic rose in his chest.
The foul-mouthed and reckless Ethan still stood there in his calm and poised state, but where were the girls?
