At this moment in time, Rolan can't believe his eyes. The Grand Duchess of the Ruthenian Empire stood before him. He scanned her appearance by looking at her up and down. Just like any lady passing by the streets, she wore an ordinary beige Victorian dress that seemed to perfectly hug her body from neck to toe. Her silver glossy hair was pulled back into a bun that framed her perfectly beautiful face, a fur hat adorning her head. And lastly, her blue eyes were as clear as the ocean in the morning sky.
She looked beautiful to the point that her ordinary disguises were useless and that any man on earth would fall for her charm just by stealing a glance at her.
Okay, that's enough staring. He quickly got into action and tried to grab her arm. But before his hand could reach her arm, another person's arm took his, stopping it.
Rolan twisted the offending hand to the back of the unknown assailant and pinned him to the wall. "Who do you think you are?!" he growled.