Silja struggled with her hands and feet but the strong body that was holding her didn't let her.
"Don't struggle," suddenly a husky voice sounded near her ears.
The voice was familiar but Silja couldn't put her finger on where she had heard it.
Slowly she stopped struggling and calmed down.
The man loosened his grip on her and Silja turned around to see who he was.
"How dare you touch me?" She took out a knife she had on her and straight pointed it towards his neck.
But her next words were swallowed by her shock looking at the face of a man.
"You…." what in the world Don was doing there? She yelled in her head.
The man was strange and had a habit of popping out of nowhere and startled her.
"What kind of behaviour is this?" Silja asked as she looked at him with anger.
She was a princess for god's sake.
But this man never takes her or her title seriously. Doesn't he have any mannerisms?