Chapter 120: Revealed Identity
"W-what?" Was all Samantha could say above a breath. Her brain hardly found the time to comprehend the reason for his brusque orders as she had not expected it at all.
At his command, two guards stepped inside the orb room, seizing Samantha whose arms were now harshly twisted behind her back as she was forced to drop to her knees. A short gasp escaped her lips, and it was laced with a mixture of shock and apprehension as she obediently stayed in the position she had been rendered in, not for once, daring to raise her head up and look into the hostile eyes of Lord Draven.
Her gaze was leveled to the ground, but she could feel the eyes of Draven boring holes into her skin.
"I asked you a simple question, yet you stutter like you have been caught doing something you shouldn’t?" Inquired Lord Draven as he made way for the remaining three Lords to step inside. Upon entering the orb room, the Three Lords were more than bewildered when the owner of that blood that had been perceived turned out to be the same human girl Ivan had announced earlier on to be his bride.... The woman he unshakably wanted to get married to, was the one whose blood revived the Orb room, regardless of the Orb’s absence.
"It’s her?" Lord Damien’s voice didn’t hide his astonishment as he had never bothered to pay that much attention to the human girl, whilst his gaze turned judgemental. "Hmm... it is true when they say appearances can often be misleading. To be sincere, it’s surprisingly hard to believe but if the blood on the pedestal was yours, that could only mean that you’re a clear suspect to the Orbs mysterious awakening."
"I... I don’t know what you’re talking about." Samantha truthfully said to the four Lords with her gaze frantically fixed on the ground. She had only come here to get proof of what she had seen but from the way they spoke, it sounded as though she was being unfairly accused of something she was still unaware of.
"You don’t know?" Draven’s voice dripped with an amused derision as he stepped in.
He simply moved forward to where she was forced to kneel as he circled her like a helpless prey that had been caught in his web. "Then what are you doing here? This part of the Palace had been kept under prohibition till further notice. Weren’t you aware of that? Or did you just make up your mind on a Saturday morning that you were going to disrespect the rules that had been laid within this particular room...and for what reason?"
Standing in front of her, Draven crouched down to her level and grabbed her chin firmly in his grip. With a sharp glint gleaming in his crimson eyes, he lifted her head up so he could look into her mysterious green eyes that currently stared right back at him. As focused as he was on why her eye color appeared so distinct from a normal human, the sound of her drumming heartbeat prompted him to further lay out his one suspicion about her background.