ANSEL'S POV (1)
Ansel Duncan "Sir— Warrior Duncan, she's here!" One of my guards said and I looked up from my laps. I was hurt. And as much as shameful it was for me to admit, it hurt. It hurt really bad. The woman in front of me froze as soon as my eyes met her. Her brown eyes were wide from what looked like fear. Her fingers were gripping her old gown as if her life depended on it. She was beautiful. Too beautiful for a human. I had seen many women in my life but none like her. But what really bothered me was the scarf that was hiding her hair from me. "What are you staring at? Sir— Warrior Duncan is bleeding here? Tend to him!" One of the guards barked at her and I saw her flinching. "With all due respect, I am not to touch any royalty with my bare hands as by the orders of the Sire himself." Sh
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