Ophelia left for the door as soon as she finished getting dressed in a long, light-weight sky blue gown. After taking a shower, she anticipated seeing Nikolai or Pain in the room, but all she saw was the dress, which was neatly folded on the bed.
As soon as she flung open the door, she gasped in shock to see a man standing there wearing a quite serious expression. His brown eyes caught her attention, and she blinked before noticing how big he was. A warrior's level of fitness.
"Who are you?" She gazed along the deserted hallway, asking the man with dirty blonde hair. "Where is Nikolai?"
"I'm Artem, your highness." He remarked politely, and she turned her attention back to him, furrowing her brow in interest.
"Do you know me?" He nodded as he noticed her slight astonishment.
"Princess Ophelia Viadislav of Fireria." She gently nodded in response to his respectful remark.
"Where is Nikolai?" She asked once again