Imagine waking up, seeing someone attempting to stab you. Yes, with a hairpin to be exact. Her eyes that were filled with determination changed the second I blinked my eyes once again.
This scene, it's just like in the novel.
"What—-"
I quickly grab her wrist, making her lose touch with her weapon as she struggles from me to let her go. Even though her figure is quite petite compared to me, I had to admit that she's pretty strong. My eyes were still blurry, trying to adjust with the room's dim lighting. Without realising, her other hand already grabbed the hairpin again and stabbed my arm.
Petite, strong and swift.
Blood was pouring out as I moaned a bit in pain. Without further hesitation, she quickly jumped out of the window and ran as far as she could.
The sight of the cloak running away made me wonder about her intentions. She might be covering herself not wanting me to know who she is.
Poor girl, I know who you are. The so-called female lead, the queen.
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We Were Destined To Kill
FantasiThere's a world between reality and fantasy. A world where we're familiar with our mother land's folklores and legends where all of the characters live just like us and their end will be the same as their told story. Who knows those stories filled w...
