SERENA
There was no mistaking it—she recognized him instantly, surprising even herself.
Tall and muscular, yet slender, with jet-black hair and piercing snake-like eyes, a scar slashing across the right side of his face... and drenched in dark, sticky blood.
The man standing before her was undoubtedly the infamous Duke Kellin Elsher. Amelie had braced herself to meet the dreaded figure of the rumors, but she had never imagined him appearing before her in such a gruesome state—looking as though he had just stepped out of a bloodbath.
Once the initial shock subsided, Amelie noticed that he gripped an enormous blood-stained sword in his right hand. His breathing was irregular, as if he had just returned from the chaos of the battlefield, his every breath sharp and labored.
Kellin's eyes widened as he recognized the person standing before him too.
