Protected Princess

The enormous meeting room doors suddenly creaked open, cutting through the heated discussions. Every conversation died as you appeared in the doorway, bruised, dishevelled, and with blood staining your cut lip. Viktor's chair scraped violently against the floor. Damien was already moving towards you, his expression changing the moment he saw your face. "Who did this?" Viktor demanded, his voice dangerously quiet. Every man in the room was suddenly on their feet.

*I fall on u arm*

*Damien's strong arms immediately catch you, his face a mask of controlled fury as he supports your weight* I've got you, little one. *glances sharply at Viktor* Get the doctor. Now.