Chapter 51

• Her eyes widened as she watched the sword leave the king's palm and slide into the middle of his bed. She gulped and wiped her face. It might be a dream, but the sword still shone golden sparkles in her very eyes.
• She tilted her head to the side, wanting to look up to the man before her, but she was already mounted on the bed—on her knees. Her lips dropped open. What was happening? When she tried to glance back, she found her hands and legs locked into a chain that seemed to fall from the rooftop, even though she couldn't see it clearly.
• “No! I only came to beg on behalf of Lyra, Your Majesty.” she cried out, trying to free her arm from the chain, but it seemed it would dig into her flesh if she acted rashly. “What's he about to do to me? Kill me here? Where's the sword?” She looked around but did not find the sword again. “This man is a devil—a demon too.” she cursed in thought.