Save My Woman

Soaked in the rain, when Vladimir traced inside his castle carrying Esmeray in his arms he heard several appalled gasps around him that he choose to ignore.

To save time Vladimir had traced into the conference room because he knew his good for nothing subjects would be accumulated there to figure out how to save him or how to use this situation to throw him off his throne. These ignorant fools didn't know that there will be no Kingdom or throne without Vladimir.

The throne had value because Vladimir sat on it. Not the other way around.

"Isn't she the witch who abducted the King?" Someone said in a hushed whisper.

Vladimir glanced at Esmeray as the excruciating pain made her tremble in his arms even in her unconscious state which oddly made Vladimir's heart panic.

"My King, why are you carrying the witch and why is she reeking of blood? Is she dead?" The council leader stood up from his seat and inquired in an authoritative tone, trying to display the power he thought he had over