Stories in the Snow

"What is this?" Rosalind's face turned ugly when she saw the large clearing in front of her. Duke Lucas just told her that they were going to have fun. He woke her up early morning while it was still dark so they could make the most of their day. Even Miu was here with them as she decided to bring the poor animal.

"What fun?" she asked. She turned around and caught him smiling. This man was clearly good looking, but for some reason, the way he smiled reminded her of someone who was planning to do something menacing. This was the same smile that he used when that man, Clinton Moller— the son of the Duke of Lonyth, fell into his trap.

"You— You are not planning on silently killing me, are you?" she took a step back. As if sensing her distress, the tiger growled. "Are you planning to slit my throat and bury me in the snow?"

But why?

Why would he kill her now?