บท 133: The Prince Warrior

Her heart throbbed as she looked at his beautiful face. Why was she feeling this way? She never felt like this when she met Asmoed for the first time, even when he used his devil's seductive charm on her. Only one was worth watching, and watch him she did as the golden god moved his great black steed slowly toward her.

She had a glimpse of him on the battle field moments ago. He was the one who ordered him to protect her. He was the commander. He exuded authority like Damoen. Though he was wearing his helmet, she still recognized his posture and his voice. When he dismounted only a few feet away, she was amazed to see that he was nearly as tall as Damoen, which put him at a height above most of the warriors.