Sansa Valerion's new demonic instincts shouldn't have cared about someone like Frey, who seemed like an insect compared to her when she stood there above.
But despite that ..
Frey had been staring up at her just a second ago…
But in the very next moment, Sansa vanished from the sky, leaving the battle behind her. She emerged from the shadows below, suddenly standing right in front of him.
Face to face with the demonic princess, the first thing that caught his attention was the pair of long horns that now made her the same height as him.
But her appearance was the least of his concerns right now…
The princess, too, gazed at him in silence. Unlike her, however, Frey was still the same person .. the same familiar face she had always known ..
And that alone made her suppress her monstrous instincts, regaining a sense of reality and remembering their situation.
"Sansa..."
Grabbing her slender yet incredibly sturdy shoulders ..
Frey wasted no time getting to the point.
