A knight in shining armor?

Skyla opened her mouth hesitantly feeling smothered by Ophelia's searing rage. Did she... Make a mistake?

Ophelia disregarded her entirely and entered the throne room, where she saw Nikolai sitting on the first step of the staircase leading to his throne.

They were three battered looking wolves looking like they were on the verge of shifting kneeling in front of him.

Nikolai was brandishing a sword at them, wearing a cold, menacing expression and they were all cringing in dread, as did the guards stationed outside the chamber.

The moment he caught her heart beat, Nikolai looked up to her face, his demeanor softened. "FireStorm!" His rich, deep voice was full of mirth.

Everyone, with the exception of Ophelia, who was still frowning and staring at him, felt shivers at his abrupt change in behavior.

"What's with that cute frown?" He questioned as he got up and moved to face her, playfully putting his face near to hers.