The Dark Fantasy


His emeralds lingered on her, watching her every move and studying her every breath. He noticed how her panic-stricken eyes flickered towards the window. He knew her plan. And when she glanced at the window again, he leaned into her.

"Don't think I'll make it that easy," he hissed.

Glaring at him, she let her nerves take over her body as he removed his emerald cloak, arm braces, and chest plate. The sound of chain mail crashing to the floor shook her. He had been equipped for a battle, for a war; he was something out of her darkest fantasies.