Rion
My feelings surrounding the young woman I held at knifepoint that night left me more conflicted with myself than anyone I had ever met. As I'd pressed the Crimson Princess up against the wall with a knife to her throat, I had half a mind to murder her.
She had the audacity to strike and wound me, then take off and run like a coward.
There would be hell to pay for that. I wanted her to feel the scourge of my anger and to do so much to her that she would never even consider running away ever again. I wanted her to suffer retribution for it by my hands.
But when I heard her screams, new feelings about her blossomed that were much more tender, a total stranger to those I'd previously had. These new feelings compelled me to be a powerful shield, a hedge of safety for her that she co
