Edith returned to her room, shut the door behind her, and leaned on it, a hand placed on her heart, and she sank to the ground. Her breathing became uneven and labored.
She closed her eyes, trying her best to control her breath. She had never found it this hard to breathe before. Not even when she heard the news of what happened to Novara and her parents.
How was she able to keep her calm and composure back then after seeing him like that?
It should be impossible. Her state right now was evident proof.
The man she thought was a human wasn't actually human. He was something much more…darker and… dangerous. Was this why everyone called him a monster? A tyrant?
No. That couldn't be it. They all didn't know he had this side to him.
Just what was he? And why was she so calm? She asked herself. She didn't react or feel as she should have. Rather, it was as if this wasn't her first time seeing him like that despite the initial fear and thoughts of running.
