Three

#Chapter23 Three

Azolla stared in fear, she was on her toes looking out for her master or mistress as they could find her any minute as Vincent helped her dig the ground to add a pole in it for a lamp. She tried to stop him. But he did not budge.

His veins visible, his muscular well build body in full show under the thin linen shirt, his sleeve now up his elbows as he dug deeper for the pole. Azolla gulped looking away at the door as then back at him.

/"That is enough-/"

/"Oye, What in the devil's world are you making the man do !? He is a royal messenger!/" Azolla gasped stepping back in utter fear as her Master walked fast towards them, Vincent dropping the shovel and stepping ahead to stand in front of the poor girl.

His jaw clenched for a moment wanting nothing more but to protect Azolla from this man and his frightening gaze.