Arthur's POV
I was furious when I saw someone interrupt the ceremony. The way she ran in and caused the commotion that was springing was annoying to me. Who dared to disrupt this sacred moment? Didn't the person know better? It was my mating ceremony to burst in here? I was more than grateful that the ceremony was concluded and that we were just merrying but the event took another course.
I hissed out but as I turned to face the intruder, my anger melted away.
She was no more than in her early twenties, a very young woman; her body was battered and bruised; she stumbled into the hall, lost her footing, or rather she was tired and weary, and she fell to the floor, nearly crashing into a table of wine.
Tears streamed down her face, desperation filled her eyes.
"Please...help me," she b
