Calliope
I was wanted??? What the hell was that?? I still couldn’t believe my eyes as I kept staring at the portrait. And who the f**k drew this?? I didn’t have those kinds of eyes. My eye color were hazel green and was not the kind of green shade that I was seeing on the paper.
And I did not have a mole beneath my left eye!!! I was not that thin either. I swore, I would kill the person that drew the portrait before killing Rangar. Because he did a terrible job and then, I would go ahead to kill the person who described my appearance. Because he or she clearly had no idea about how I looked.
“Wanted for what??” I asked Knox, as I was still very surprised.
“You can see treason written there.” He pointed at the paper. Yes, I could see it. But what treason did I commit? I did not wrong
