Darryl woke up in a daze; he had been unconscious for an unknown period.

The moment he opened his eyes, he felt numb all over his body. Soon, he noticed that his limbs were bound.

What?

The next second, Darryl looked around and was stunned.

He was locked in a stone room. The entire room had only one chair, and there was nothing else. The chair looked exquisite.

A beautiful and sexy woman was sitting on the chair.

She wore a red sleeveless long dress that accentuated her curves and charming features. Besides that, she had a charismatic and heroic aura. She also held a glass of wine in her hand. Her elegant appearance was rather intimidating.

A man stood next to the woman.

F*ck!

Darryl was shocked when he saw who the man was. Then, he frowned.

It was Roston, the head of Alandis guards. He was the first person to oppose Darryl's appointment as the Royal Court Knight at the banquet.

'So, he was the one who captured me?'

Darryl was upset, and his eyes were fixed on