Ambushed

"Come back here, you pervert!" Diana's voice rang through the forest.

"Lady Diana! Please wait for us!" The guards called, their hurried footsteps crunching against the forest floor as they scrambled to keep up. Their duty was clear after all: to protect her and Minerva at all costs.

Minerva, trailing behind, watched her sister chase after King with an uncharacteristic expression of a teenage girl, almost childish in its fervor. She couldn't help but smile warmly, charmed by Diana's rare display of unguarded emotion. Picking up her pace, she followed them eagerly.

"How is he so fast?" Diana muttered under her breath, her brows knitting in frustration. King wasn't merely outrunning her; his movements were mesmerizingly agile. Leaping effortlessly from branch to branch, he appeared less like a man and more like a creature born to the wild.