Delphine's Dilemma
No.
It can’t be.
How did he find me?
This isn’t him. It can’t be.
I’ve covered my tracks. Done everything right. Kept moving so that he can never catch up to me.
The magical ring on my left hand tightens around my finger. I almost hiss in pain. The burning sensation lingers as I bury my fear deep down.
The man with the red eyes catches sight of me.
It shouldn’t matter. I don’t look anything like he remembers. With a magical glamour wrapped around me, I am no longer the violet-skinned elven woman that was promised to him. Instead, I am a black woman dressed head to toe in leather, with white braids pulled up into a messy bun.
Yet, he sets his sights on me as if he knows.
I look back to the door and curse to myself. My target has slipped away. I’ll have to track him down again later. Right now, I need to get out of here before Arven D’Or of the Golden Elven Court realizes that he’s finally found his bride-to-be.
Because there’s no way I am marrying that monster.
Not after what he did to my family.
No matter how persistent, how patient, how pretty appears, I know his true character.
Don’t I?
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