The Villain. In love? The thought would make his employees at the Massacre Manor laugh. But rather worse, with a girl he just met.

He had been hiding on the ground from Valiant Guards who were hunting him for the magic frog he had just obtained.

No, Trystan was more than smart enough to let anyone see what he actually looked like. Everyone in the kingdom thinks he’s a white old bastard with magic, a long beard, and a crooked nose.

When a girl, who he supposed had just been taking a walk through the forest rumors claimed he stalked for whatever reason, stumbled upon him, he had grabbed her wrist and pulled her down next to him.

His chest pressed against her back as he put a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t make a sound,” he hissed harshly. “Those guards won’t care if you’re innocent. They’ll laugh as they kill you.”