It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

~ON HOLD~ 「 Excerpt 」 "Alezandros are you like my bodyguard?" He smirks as he leans in closer to me, "No, I am far more than a bodyguard. Like I said I am your Protector." Alezandros grabs my face and in an instant his lips are kissing me with so much passion, it's like if he had waited 300 years for me. 「 End Of Excerpt 」 Cartia Andrra is turning 19 years old. She is beautiful, kind and very important to her father. She loves the idea of finding her true love but what she doesn't know is that her and Alezandros have been destined to be together forever. Her father, Damiano Andrra is a very rich man who happens to have many enemies that want to take his empire down at all cost and the only way to do that is by targeting his only weakness, Cartia. Damiano is a very smart man so to be precautious he hires someone that will keep his only daughter from the reach of his enemies, Alezandros Cavill. He is THE PROTECTOR. Alezandros Cavill has lived for 300 years waiting to find the love of his life. He is a god. Even though 300 hundred years have gone by he has aged just like a fine wine, he looks like he is 30 years old and his body is just to die for. He comes from a long line of god's called, The Protectors, were all male's have been destine to protect and love to who they have been destined to for eternity. Unfortunately he had to wait for many years for Cartia to be born, but now that he has found her he won't let anything or anyone take her away from him.