King Edward

I had refused to let them take Ophelia, even if the old ladies swore, they would just take those dreaded clothes off and put her to bed. I could do that; just show me where. Apparently, it wasn’t that easy, and I’ve made more than one enemy in these early morning hours.

"Sit!"

I slumped down in the little wooden chair, strangely placed in the middle of the room. But it is okay; Ophelia is sound asleep in the little room just behind me, and I’m not going anywhere while she is.

With an arched brow and probably the most bored face I could muster, I watched as the red haired brute stepped aside. Walking in the door, he loosened his cape and flung it at the redhead without even glancing in his direction. He grabbed a chair and dragged it over the floor, and placed it right over me before he sat down. Without a trace of shame, I looked him over, slowly from head to toe. Rolling up his sleeves revealed several scars and tattoos. Well-trained and muscled, I’ll give him that. His chin was shav