Writer's POV

　　King Zed appeared from the hallway and the temperature in the room dropped, each movement he made spoke of deadly aura and bled power. He sat at the head of the table.

　　"Good evening, master." Serena greeted, a newly founded confidence exploded in her, she just had to be perfect until Isaac got her out of here.

　　The king lifted his eyes to her, acknowledging her presence for the first time since he walked in, and she lowered her eyes in ...