CHAPTER 7: THEIR FIRST ENCOUNTER, THE KING AND THE HEIRESS

• Staring at it, facing what she feared the most, the hated beast she cursed to kill is here. She was in font it, and her chest swelled with both fury combined with hate and anxiety rupture receding to her core. It was the very first time had Leandra seen a beast up this close. Amazed, but mad, enchanted, even if she should not be. Presupposed, it is large. The word enormous were not enough to describe its size. Its razor teeth is massive. Its claws could tear her apart if it wanted to. It’s head were much voluminous, a large volume of fur surrounded its entire body, where it was carried by the soft breeze that night had.
• Why does she felt tempted to lay her hand and feel how soft it was?
• The pain forgotten has been disregard. The finger she had boldly break to woke her up from the trance she had been enrobed earlier throb, but she pay no heed. She was more than bewitched as they stared against each other. Her loose hair bounce back. She felt cold, bare as the beast stared at her more. It was as if he could see even her soul, and the deepest secret she put in secrecy, embedded on depth.