He was clad in black armor. He seemed impossibly majestic, if not for the two false limbs attached to his pelvis that stuck out like sore thumbs.

It was Grunt, disguised as Oliver.

Princess Dorothy's chest froze with fear. She struggled to keep a calm expression on her face, but her body could not stop trembling!

How did that fiend find her so quickly?

She was done for.

"Your Highness."

Grunt flashed a smile as he spoke in a comforting tone. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." His e