Harmless? How could a snake be harmless? She had heard how people died immediately if they got bitten by one.
“What is your name beautiful?”
Klara blinked a few times in surprise. No one has ever dared to call her beautiful even if they thought she was but of course, this man didn’t know who she was otherwise he wouldn’t dare.
“Klara. ”
“Oh… you are the warrior princess.” He said.
“You know me?”
“Not really, just heard of you and your savage brother and … people.”
Klara was fuming with anger. How dare he? He knew nothing about her brother or people.
“Don’t you dare call my brother or my people savage.”
“Or what?” He said looking amused.
“Or I will slit your throat.” Klara threatened before she could stop herself from saying something so stupid.
“Tsk tsk… I didn’t know such threats could come from that beautiful mouth of yours.”
Klara was confused. Was he complimenting her? Then why did she feel as if he was mocking her?
“It’s not a threat, it’s a warning.”
He took a step toward her and leaned closer. Klara froze in place, he was too close for her comfort. “You see, you are in no position to warn me when you just ran from a mere snake.” He said.
A mere snake?
She took a step back. “Maybe I find it easier to kill you than a mere snake.”
He grinned showing perfect white teeth with canines slightly longer than normal ones.
“A tough one I see. I like it.” He drawled.
How unfortunate, because she didn’t like him even though he looked delicious enough to eat.
Klara shook her head. Where did she get that thought from?
“Klara? here you are.” Irene’s voice came from the hallway.
Turning her head she found Irene and Hazel approaching them. Hazel had changed into a clean dress and her hair was still wet from the bath. She seemed to be walking just fine. Klara guessed that Irene’s must have used some magic to heal her leg.
“I see you have already met.” Irene smiled as she looked between Klara and the man standing next to her.
“Hazel this is Roshan, he is part of my family and this is princess Hazel.” Irene introduced them to each other.
So the morons name was Roshan. Klara had never heard such name before.
“Nice to meet you princess.” He said with a polite tone that he hadn’t used when he spoke to her.
Klara had the sudden urge to kick him.
“You must be hungry. Enoch has prepared lunch. Let’s eat together.” Irene suggested then gestured for them to follow her.
On their way to the dining room, Irene and Hazel chatted happily while Klara walked next to Roshan in silence. Her senses told her that something wasn’t quite right. Neither Enoch nor Roshan looked like Irene yet she said they were family.
“What are you to Irene?” Klara asked Roshan.
“I am a friend of her husband.” He said simply.
“Oh…”
Enoch was already waiting when they arrived.
“Mmm… smells delicious.” Irene smiled.
Yes, it did. Klaras eyes landed directly on the grilled chicken legs in the middle of the table. She couldn’t wait to have a bite of it.
“Enoch always makes delicious food,” Irene explained.
Hazel and Klara exchanges looks. A man who cooks? Not only that, but he cooks well.
“Please sit down.” Irene urged.
Roshan walked past her and went to hold the chair out for Hazel.
“Thank you.” Hazel smiled as she sat down.
Klara thought he would then hold the chair out for her but he just went to his seat and sat down. Did he forget her or was he ignoring her on purpose?
“My Lady.” Looking to the side she found Enoch holding the chair out for her.
She thanked him and sat down. Irene and Hazel continued with their chatting, Roshan sat in silence while Enoch served food on their plates.
“Bon appetite!” Irene said when Enoch was done serving and sat around the table as well.
Klara was extremely hungry and the food tasted extremely well so she tried really hard to eat as a civilized person but she probably didn’t succeed because she was done before anyone else.
“Do you want some more, My Lady?” Enoch asked.
Feeling embarrassed Klara wanted to say no but found herself saying yes.
Enoch served some more food on her plate and Klara ate till she had enough.
“Your food is delicious,” Klara told Enoch.
“Thank you.” He smiled looking even more handsome when smiling. Klara was struck by the fact that everyone looked extremely beautiful in this mansion.
Enoch was tall and build, looking like the warrior type. His long blonde hair was tied in a half ponytail and the rest fell to his shoulders in smooth waves. His smooth skin was pale and unblemished and his eyes, a forest green that reminded her of warm summer days. With his extremely good looks and wearing all white, he looked like an angel.
Roshan was quite the opposite. While everything was light with Enoch, everything was dark with Roshan, he was even wearing all black. His dark hair cascaded down his golden skin like waves of midnight framing a masculine face. His eyelashes, the only feminine thing about him were so long and thick they made her jealous. From under those lashes peeked eyes of Hazel that would trap any woman who looked into them. Klara’s gaze traveled further down to his lips, but she averted her gaze quickly before she could think of anything stupid.
Then there was Irene. Her beauty was on another level. It was an unearthly, the kind that would stop you in your tracks, the kind that would suck you in, make you forget how to speak or breath, just like Lucians she thought.
“Do you want some dessert?” Irene asked.
“No, Thank you. I am fine.”
Standing up Irene helped Enoch and Roshan clean the table. Klara took the opportunity to take Hazel to the side.
“What did she do to your leg?” Klara whispered.
“Healed it with Herbs.” Hazel shrugged.
“Are you sure we can trust her? I mean why is she helping us?”