Third Person
The almighty Princess Karine couldn’t bring herself to sleep… how could she when the temperature seemed to be getting colder as the hours went by? The floor and her skin were all exposed… she couldn’t guarantee not being bruised under such conditions. At this point, she regretted her choice of attire.
What seemed like hours went by, and there was no movement, sound, or even guards. The place was eerily quiet… too quiet. She could hear her stumbling heartbeat.
Then footsteps echoed in the distance. Thinking it was Varik, she rushed to the bars, placed her face between the steel, and yelled as far as her throat would let her.
“Let me out… Varik!” she roared.
But as the figure got closer, the air suddenly dropped, and her instincts quickly picked up. This was no Beta pheromo
