Capítulo 83: Galen

Galen sat there, on a wooden chair that belonged to this house, too lax and casual for wear. He looked as if he owned the entire place. As if he'd been here for quite a long while.

My friend had his legs crossed, his graceful physical features seemingly out of place in the simple layout of the living room.

"What took you so long, Rosie?" He asked like he didn't already know what was going on, like everything was normal and I was not some runaway princess who had just got busted.

His golden eyes that complemented his deep brown hair were warm and fond, his tan skin glistening underneath the rich streaks of sunlight coming in from the high windows. Galen wore his military uniform, a crystal medallion hanging on the left side of his chest to indicate that he was the Grand General, the person with the highest position in my father's military force.

I took a step back, my throat dry. "H-how did you find this place?"