Kapitel 226: Loraven (3)

Loraven's attention flicked to the sudden movement behind the King of the Flori, and her instinct kicked in immediately after seeing the human man sneaking behind him. With a speed only Lyvarian elves had, the she-elf pulled Thalinal behind her, leapt and kneed the human in the chest, her sword at his throat as they collapsed to the hard snowy ground. 

"Loraven!" The sharpness of Thalinal's voice stopped her from instantly slitting the man's throat beneath her. 

Water droplets from her face started dripping onto his, some already freezing and cutting his chiselled cheeks. Loraven kept her blade to his skin, eyes still locked with the man's whose bright blue eyes were wide, his lips slightly ajar. His brown hair was cropped, short, and, before she attacked him, seemed to have been neatly slicked to the side. Now it was dishevelled and much better.