My Butterfly

That man was wearing a worn gray robe. His head was covered by an oversized hood. Making his face difficult to recognize, especially since he had his back to the moonlight. His enormous body shrinks my pea-sized heart. I'm only chest height! Does this make sense considering my height is not on the shorter side? Even his oversized robe couldn't cover his burly muscles. He has a body type that intimidates me. For a moment, I thought was I wrong for provoking him.

But what kind of provocation made him come when I got closer to danger? Why does he seem to want to protect me? Like the time at the Green Lake, last night's incident, and just now. If he really was a slave as Hayden had revealed, shouldn't he be on his side? But ... why?

I wasn't that reckless anyway to hurt myself after I was pregnant with my baby. But his reaction that was so quick to stop me was so strange.

'Why are you… so considerate of me? What do you want from me?'

As the wind blew t