He was not wrong but buying women to adorn his palace or pieces of art. “I see” was all he spoke, nodding to his guards he walks inside. The buck kept an eye on the wolf, his scent of sex dripping off the predator made the deer worry.
Bea hurriedly got dressed, her legs still unable to fully support her but she heard a familiar voice echoing through the halls. She wanders her way along the walls until their voice became more clear. Her eyes lit up, strength suddenly found she runs to the foyer “Papa!” Open arms hugging her close in an instant.
“Yes, I am sure you have been expecting me, apologies for the delay” he spoke, examining her. His eyes landed on the bandages over her neck a glare of dagger sent to the wolf.