Agnes, as begrudging as it is to sit in front of the person that can slit your throat any second, still gently sat down on their worn out couch in respect of the Alpha King. Maybe it can lower the chances of getting her killed, or maybe not.
“You seem very composed.” The Alpha King crosses his legs out, leaning his back on the sofa.
“Yes, I am. I don’t see any reason why I should be panicking, your highness.” Agnes replied with a confident smile, as though she’s not sweating from all the running she did around the house just to get away from their unexpected visitor.
Agnes was, in fact, not composed.
Her heart is banging in her chest to be let out. Her head is a wildfire of thoughts ranging from how far the fall would be if she escapes through the glass window beside them, to simply
