The Domineering Tyrant And His Beautiful Maiden

Zludac II

"H-harmony...are you alright?" Anna worriedly asked and Harmony slowly sat up. Harmony looked around and could see the rest of the girls sitting with their legs folded at the side "We knew this day would come but what we don't know is where they're taking us. Harmony, I'm getting scared...a-are"

The thing they were on suddenly came to an abrupt stop and three men walked in, with same dagger dangling at the side of their waists

"We share them into two groups, the higher ups and the lower" one of them said and slowly they picked them out

It came to Harmony and Anna who was reluctant on letting each other go. Anna was roughly grasped and thrown to the other side. The lower

Although she wasn't supposed to feel this way in a situation as this, she felt jealous...why was Harmony in the higher ups, that meant she was going to get better treatment

...

His vision was blurry

He could feel her, he could hear her heartbeat...she was close

She was beautiful, her brown hair was being swept by the wind to the side and her dark brown eyes stared at him, sparkingly

There she was, his redemption...she was the one who would save him from destruction and she was his

He knew for a fact that he needed to find her. But how?

The room was dark as he stood up and walked towards his balcony. He was dressed in one of his regal clothes and was emitting such a cold aura. His aura was intimidating and his gaze was threatening

His face was straight, filled with sharp edges and his jawline was neatly carved and had that pointedness that make his look attractive

"Milord..." greeted another young man who appeared to be the butler, his hair was curly and his face held that expression similar to his master's "The slaves has arrived at Zludac"

Downstairs, Harmony stared at the Palace in awe along with the few slaves who stood with her. It was a huge, proud mansion and it was painted grey akin to the clouds that hovered in the sky

The sound of footsteps could be heard and they all whipped their heads to the entrance. The Lord of the Palace walked down with his trustee butler by his side

Right now, the slaves were obviously ogling at the lad's beauty and even poor Harmony wasn't spared

His hair was thick black, his jawline were neatly carved and perfectly shaped, his lips were pale pink and his eyes...were obsidian