Emma.
I barely had the time to sleep when it was already morning.
I sat in the corner of Roger’s room, watching him prepare. He has a handsome smirk on his face as he dressed up, as if he were going to a formal dinner and not stepping into a fight that could cost him his life.
He stood before a mirror, adjusting the leather straps of his armor.
“Roger,” I began, my voice trembled despite my efforts to stay composed. “You don’t have to do this. You can back out.”
He paused for a second, staring at me in the mirror, but said nothing.
I stood up with my legs shaky as I crossed the room. “Please,” I fell to my knees before him. “Don’t go through with this. You can’t face Tristan. He looks dangerous, you don’t know what he’s capable of, especially now that he's desperate to take yo
