Desperately Running
But she had no space to think about it right now, and Ophelia felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead at the nervousness she was feeling right now.
The thought that the smile seemed familiar dissipated before it even began to finish forming, something that she would regret later.
She was inwardly shaking with nerves, even as she tried her best to portray that she was unaffected.
She knew that her father emperor was a lot stronger than she was – than anyone in the palace right now, really, but he and all the guards had still been taken out by this person without a problem.
How could someone of such calibre come to assassinate the emperor?
The thing was, the emperor had not been blindly confident in his own ability.
Though the Rhys Royal Family ruled the continent, most clans and sects didn't really put their family in their eyes, seeing as they were only intermediate rank at best.