Don't mess up

He moved closer to her with a cold and void expression, his eyes brimming with anger. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she moved back her pace in fright. She bit her lips, regretting why she asked him. He glared at her eyes. He wanted to scare the life out of her, but he found himself admiring her beauty instead. He didn't know what came over him; he wanted to bawl at her, but he couldn't as he slowly lost his voice with some desperation built in him. Then the word revenge pops up in his brain, bringing in some sparkles.

"Who are you?" He asked, and they were filled with confusion. Why is he asking who she is? "I am Nathaniel," she replied, her voice stripping off her throat. Herald wanted to laugh but couldn't; she never imagined Nathaniel would answer his question, and moreover, a question deserves an answer. He asked a question, and she gave him the right answer.

"Who told you I am not aware you are Nathaniel? Whenever I ask you who you are, you reply by saying you are my slave.