|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
Being ambushed by guerillas…is not a new scenario for me. My life was always under a threat every day, especially after I descended as the new duke of Seville two years ago. There was this time that I was entirely outnumbered, yet…I still managed to survive the ambush and went back straight to my Alcazar, but, of course, hungry and wounded.
Being ambushed by guerillas is quite an ache in the head…but the situation entirely differs when Mirrielle is involved.
Of course, everyone would be in shock when bullets pierced through the metal wall of the carriage. That’s why, after the first bullet missed Mirrielle, I quickly grabbed her hand to pull her out of her seat and pushed her down on the floor, covering her body with mine to make sure she will be safe.
“Duck,
