Thousand Years To Love You
Nyxoria noticed Tharros was leading her toward the garden. Once she sat down, a servant girl arrived with a bowl full of apples and grapes, placed it on the table, gave a small bow, and quietly left, just as Vyrelen and Dika walked in. Dika took a seat, while Vyrelen remained standing beside Tharros.
"What did she mean by ‘they… and you know them’?" Nyxoria asked Tharros.
Tharros snapped out of his thoughts and gave her a small smile. "I might have an idea of who she was talking about, but I can't be too sure if it is them."
"And what if it really is them?" she asked again.
Tharros let out a deep breath. "They won’t hurt you, Nyxoria. I promise. I won’t let them. Trust me, they can't."
"But why are they after me? I haven't hurt anyone and people that I don't know of are trying to hurt me," Nyxoria said with a frown and picked up an apple, biting into it angrily, nearly taking half of it in one go.