Duncan
Lyell couldn’t hold the urge to growl at the negative presence in front of us. Ella was still exposed even when she tried to put her gown back on and his eyes were hungrily running down her body as if she was a piece of deer meat ready to be devoured.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” I asked, standing protectively in front of Ella as she tried to adjust herself, but I had a suspicion this was who I thought he was. I have heard about him countless times, but seeing him in person was another thing entirely different.
"I'm surprised you don't know who I am. Her royal highness here does. Don't you, Miss Atwood?" he asked with a cynical smirk on his face. She looked away as she clipped the pin on her sash, fixing her slightly disheveled hair.
"I do… Jareth," she re
