Chapter 3 George's Fury

"Dad? Uncle George? Why are you here?" Queenie was stumped. She couldn't believe it was her dad and uncle here.

"What are you doing, Queenie? And who is this man?" George roared. He almost had a stroke seeing his daughter together with a naked man in bed.

Queenie finally realized why her father was reacting hugely. She quickly stood up and said, "Don't take this the wrong way, Dad. I don't know this man."

"What? You don't know this man? And you slept with him? Are you mad?" George roared.

"Listen to me, Dad. I don't know him. He's—"

Queenie was about to explain herself, but Hogs sneered. "Well, well, well, George. Your daughter slept with a total stranger, and on the cusp of her wedding with Centersea's heir. Now tell me, how should we deal with her?"

George was shivering in rage, his eyes crimson. "What did I do to deserve this? You insolent child. What have you done? How dare you?"

George raised his hand against his child, but just before the slap could land, someone grabbed George's arm and stood before Queenie, defending her.

Queenie was stunned once more. When she raised her head, she saw a towering figure standing before her, as well as the dragon's head that was tattooed on his back. He's awake.

The stranger's grip was strong enough to break George's arm. George shouted, "W-What do you want?"

The stranger stood in silence, but the look in his eyes was cold and majestic. It was as if he was a king looking at his subject.

"Let me go this instant!" George roared.

Yet, the stranger's grip was firm, and he refused to let go.

Furious, George bellowed, "Take him down, guards!"

He couldn't believe his daughter just slept with a total stranger, and that same stranger was attacking him.

The Sanders family's bodyguards were professionals. Moments after their employer was caught, they charged at the captor, but all of them were sent flying back before they could see the man move.

They fell with a sickening thud, moaning in pain.

'Dear God. What happened?' Queenie thought. She couldn't believe her eyes. The stranger she saved had just sent her family's bodyguards flying without so much as breaking a sweat.

George and Hogs were dumbfounded by the scene, and the stranger was still gripping George's arm.

At this rate, George's arm would get broken. In the end, Queenie said, "Let my dad go."

The man finally let go of George.

Queenie quickly went to her father's side, trying to calm him down. "Are you alright, Dad?"

However, she was pushed away forcefully by George. He barked, "Don't touch me, girl. I raised you, and this is the thanks I get? You and your lover beating me up? Fine. From now on, you're exiled from the family!"

George left.

Queenie cried, shouting, "Dad!"

George gave her no chance to explain. Queenie plopped onto the ground, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She never would have thought her father would misunderstand the situation so seriously. All she did was save a dying man.

She cried for a while, and then she wiped her tears dry and turned around, glaring at the stranger furiously. "This is all your fault. My dad wouldn't have taken this the wrong way otherwise. And I didn't say you could attack him!"

Queenie kept yelling at the stranger. The stranger stood in silence for moments, and then he fell to the ground, unconscious once more, much to Queenie's shock.

She quickly checked the stranger's breathing. 'He's fine. Thank God,' she thought.

The stranger was just knocked out again. Queenie had no idea what to do now. The misunderstanding was running too deep to be cleared up now, but what should she do about the stranger?

She couldn't just leave him behind, could she? Queenie stared at the stranger, hesitating. "You were only doing it to help me out. Fine, I'll finish what I started."

Queenie decided to stay behind and tend to the stranger. She dragged him across the room, and then she heard a clang. A black token fell from the stranger's clothes. "Huh? What's this?"

Queenie picked the token up curiously. It was heavy, but she couldn't tell what the thing was made out of. Still, she felt a bloodcurdling chill radiating from the token when she held it in her hand. Something was carved on its surface. It read, 'Nox.' She frowned and said, "What in the world is this?"

She observed it for a while before tossing it aside. The stranger was still out cold, but Queenie wasn't worried. She did manage to save him from the brink of death, after all. He was still alive.