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A single one of them spoke.
"Who are you and what is your purpose?!"
Ventus rolled her eyes at the familiarity of the voice.
She knew exactly who she was addressing.
There weren't that many people who possessed a mild and rich voice that contained immediate authority, so it was a dead give away the identity of the guard.
A young man named Hal.
Attractive and fierce, he had pursued Ventus relentlessly since both their childhood. Hal wanting nothing more than to wed her.
The feelings were never reciprocated because deep down Ventus knew he had a dark ambition to get into the royal family and usurp the throne...but despite her cruelest rejections he never stopped trying.
Ventus was currently annoyed not just at the sight of Hal but also because he was clearly leading the defensive effort for her family. It left a sour taste in her mouth.