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ESMERALDA’S POV.

“What do you need from the King?” The stranger asked, his tone even, calm but deep.

I may not be in my complete sense of mind, but I am vaguely aware of what is happening around me. This man, with his beautiful forest green eyes and a face that would every man envy him, has this imposing aura around him which screams not to be messed with. It can felt from miles away, and he does not try to shield it.

He is someone of power here, I just know he is. I can feel it.

But, at this same time, there is something about him that I can feel but cannot quite place a finger at. I felt drawn to him, and when he holds my gaze, my heart rate spikes up. When he touched my skin earlier, I felt goosebumps—the good kind.

It was as if no matter the turmoil I am going through, the moment I held his gaze, the tornado in my mind simmered down and it all started to dissipate slowly.

His question, it brought me back to reality, the underlying mysterious aura behind the question reminding me o