MIRA
I run through the dark halls of the castle, eager to hide in my chambers and not show my face to anyone else today. Tears are streaming down my cheeks when someone grabs me by my hand and pulls me into a rock-hard broad chest.
“Easy!” Tristan wipes my cheeks, looking concerned, “Mira, what happen Did someone hurt you?”
“Tristan,” I look surprised at my ex-fiance, then get back to my senses, “N-no, no… Everything is fine…”
“Mira, I think I know you well enough to know for sure when you are not fine…”
“No, really…”, I mumble.
“Mira,” he sighs heavily, brushing his palm over my cheek.
“She said that she is fine!”, Derrien’s voice reminds more of a growl of a beast than the voice of a man.
“Lord Derwood,” Tristan acknowledges him but does not take his hands off m
