Only after getting off the carriage did Esme noticed the other two royal carriages behind them and she wondered who there were people inside. She noticed that there were not many people to be seen in this place where they were standing.
Her gaze landed on the small house in the distance and confusion appeared in her eyes. Without questioning him, she walked beside him until they reached the house.
She slowly peeked at him through her lashes. From the first time that she met him in the dungeon, she was repulsed by his antics of cornering her repeatedly, of him being so ruthless. No matter how fatally attractive the man was, she did not have a measure of the dangers that lied beside his façades and she was inclined to stay further away from him.
But at this point of time, he was the only person whom she trusted in Daven's Castle. He was intimidating but she was not scared of him. It was ironic.
