Whispers of the Mighty

pair of intensely dark eyes that were nearly obscured by the sodden strands of the man's hair. A noticeable gas

ly commanding her compliance. Laurel's eyes blinked, not out of fear, but out of confusion. She pushed his moist hand

s she confronted him, his expression momentarily contorted in dis

ack, nearly washed away by the rain. "Are you alright, sir?" she inquired kindly, attempting to help him up. But his substantial weigh

it here, Mr. Let me fetch my mother to assist you," Laurel stated, preparing to lea

other," his deep voic

ounds," Laurel replied sincerely, her love and admiration for her mother not conc

rom calling your mother, no matter how proficient she ma

urel asked, feeling sympathy for the ma

d replied, "A bowl of w

, and I will secretly fetch a bowl from the kitchen," she sai

ding it to the man. He accepted the bowl and handkerchief, but instead of what was expected, he dipped the handkerchief into the water, gently wiping his bloody face and dabbing at the scar on his cheek. He then handed the bowl

ing, "What are your thoughts on nocturnal cre

ss judgment based on our own perspectives. My mother taught me not to judge a book by its cover. I believe not all humans are virtuous, just as not

owning, he sat back down, his intense gaze fixed on her deep reddish-brown eyes. "There was no one in your room. You were alone the entire night, and you never met me," he murmured, his voice sounding as if he were castin

he Duke sent his youngest child to reside on the insolent floor, where she had a room all to herself and was exposed to danger. "Humans are destined to be foolish," he mut

dows asked. He was tall, nearly matching his master in height, and his de

it," the man, having just exited the Duke's manor, replied as he ventured into the forest, followed closely behind by his s