The True Owner of the Land (1)

Deneb's main street is not isolated in the morning, but as the large dark clouds covered the sky, the drizzling drove out people from the usually bustling plaza. The unwelcoming weather was like a solace to Arianell, who was carried by the Mihail from the viscount's mansion.

She was still shocked and silent, as many thoughts ran through her head.

What just happened?

Why didn't she fight back more?

Why did she let him touch her?

Why has she even gone there?

Her face paled upon the thought, what could happen if Mihail didn't arrive at the last moment.

Arianell was grateful for him, who instead of the princess carry, offered to piggyback her from the castle. She couldn't stand to look into the face of another person right now, as shame washed over her.

"Let me down," she said weakly after the rain was getting stronger.

"I will take you to see a doctor first…" he objected, but Arianell refused.

"I'm fine already."