TRH 10 - The Beginning

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** Stanlee's POV **

When I brought her home, I had no idea this was going to happen.

Damn!

I can't believe I'm about to do this!!

Why did I even bring her home in the first place?

What the f--!!

Ugh!

*Flashback*

I gave her a cup of coffee while I was cooking breakfast. Then, out of nowhere, she broke it without me noticing.

Damn!

I was a bit busy preparing our breakfast. But then I heard the sound of something breaking again.

Shit!

This is bad!

I rushed into the kitchen, and— I saw her sitting on top of Sauru's body.

This is insane!

I can't believe what I'm seeing right now! I heard Sauru yell in a venomous voice, "Queen Heinkill Den Perkinston La Franca! You're killing your damn cousin!"

I was stunned.

They're cousins?

What the hell!

Why did I assume they were in a relationship?

I'm such an idiot.

Did I messed it up??

"Tsk!" she said, blankly.

A shiver ran down my spine, but I couldn't help noticing her eyes. They looked strange, but beautiful, and somehow she looked even more stunning. But I had to stop her before she seriously hurt her "so-called cousin."

"What the hell is going on here?" I asked immediately.

She got up, leaving Sauru on the broken floor. I cringed—seems like the floor is shattered, and I'm pretty sure some of his bones are too.

Damn!!

I can't let her get this mad.

She came back to her senses, and her eye color returned to its usual shade—if that's even her "usual."

"Bullshit!" she cursed, moving away from us. We watched her walk out.

No way!

She was only wearing my shirt, without a bra, and just short shorts.

That's a big NO.

Before she could touch the doorknob, I hugged her, wanting her to feel safe in my arms, to feel my protection.

Damn!!

But I can barely control myself. She tried to pull away, but I held on.

"Don't you ever dare, My Queen. Leaving that door dressed like that is strictly forbidden.I  said in a low, cold voice.

I heard her chuckle, and I sighed.

She was back to her usual self.

"Not scared, are you?" she asked, looking into my eyes for confirmation.

The truth is, yes, I am afraid—afraid of her getting hurt or being hurt by anyone.

"Nope," I answered shortly, smiling wide at her.

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