Lady Alejandra Ramirez, the young Daughter of the Grand Duke, was not prepared to be saved by the villainous Red Witch of the Underworld, and to add to all of that, now the Crown Prince wants to marry her for her power!?
Alejandra is now pulled into...
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In an extravagant vacation home within the bustling Capital, was a Knight, nervously and anxiously tapping his shoulder. His body is dressed in active wear and in an outfit made to be easy to move on. He sighed impatiently, gazing down at a small brown haired girl, who's maid skirt was scrunched up between her fingers, and her lips quivering from the next few words that were about to be spoken.
"Miss Teresa," The Knight exhaled, he leaned down and met his eyes with that of the maid's. "May I ask where Our Lady has decided to run off to this time?"
"Sir Asher, I swear, I know nothing about My Lady's sudden absence." She took her glance away from him and the lamenting Knight stretched his back as he pondered how to make this girl spill her secrets. "I am but a mere maid, after all."
He, The Knight, Asher Lewis, was the personal guard set to the only daughter and heir of the title of Grand Duke of Ramirez, the Golden Tiger of the Empire, and the richest family in the country. He was given this role by his father, Marquis Lewis, who served as one of the Duke's close vassals.
In front of him, was his friend and personal maid of the young tigress, Teresa Montgomery, who's served the Lady ever since she was a child, starting off as her playmate before settling as her maid as her noble family usually does one of the other Vassals of the Grand Duke.
"Teri, the Duchess is sure to give me an earful shall she figure out that her Daughter has gone and ran off-" Asher winced. "Albeit we did already expect such from her."
"My heart is pure, oh kind knight."
"Your heart shall be turned black if not by me but by Her Grace, whose anger is sure to make even the wyrms of the West squeal in fear." He walked up to her and held her hand, squeezing it between his. "By the goddess, Teresa, I know you helped her out."
"You're gonna rat me out aren't you..."
"It's either my head or yours, O' Dear Friend."
"Haaaah..." Teresa slipped her hands out of his and covered her face. "Indeed, I simply distracted the guards as she slipped out the window."
