The woman was standing by the window, her rich mahogany tresses flowing in the gentle breeze, her forehead was creased in a frown. A frown that was revealing the anxious state of her troublesome mind. The kind of trouble that if not controlled could result in bloodshed and crude violence.

If only one thing could be said which was deeply disliked by Her highness Iris Fletcher, it was without a shred of doubt violence. Iris was a flower spirit, a nymph, and true to her name she loved peace and harmony at all costs, but currently, an object that could change this serenity in a blink of an eye was lying unconscious behind her.

She had been nursing his wounded body for three days now. From the night of Ultimate Darkness ( Nocturna Tenebrousa), she brought him to her side palace secretly by levitating his body under concealment charm.

For once she was thankful for the utter darkness provided by the night as it made it easier for her to smuggle his hefty body without being seen by the guards of the palace.

Her elder brother His Highness Mark Fletcher, the king of the nymph realm, the Lucusorbis was really protective of her since the death of their parents. It was only because she had her trusted maid Sasha that she attempted to take a stroll during the time of Nocturna Tenebrousa. The reason was the absence of a dozen or so guards that would normally accompany her whenever she tried to set her foot out of the palace.

Not in her wildest dreams had she thought of encountering a Crimson Tiger lurking for prey in such close proximity of her living quarters. It was not far from her backyard as she wandered into the woods when she sensed the breath of the carnivore mingled with the wind but instead of aiming towards her it was merely passing by to chase the smell of fresh blood.

Iris thought to return then would be in her benefit but curiosity won over her as she flew behind the tiger to witness his hunt, but sadly when she finally arrived at the battle scene the tiger was already dead and beside it, she found the source of her current worry, A dragon spirit.

No one from both clans has crossed the borders of both realms since a millennium, since the tragic incident of the past but she couldn't leave him to die there. She wanted him to get well enough to return to his homeland but it's been three long days and he still didn't open his eyes.

Sasha has helped her to brew tonics and mix herbs to make a salve for his bruises. Just a while ago she had finished changing his bandages when she noticed the beautiful sunset out of the window and just to calm her frenzied nerves she came to admire the vibrant colours.

Without realizing that her mystic beauty was making her look like a goddess bathed in the warm glow with her hazel eyes shimmering like molten gold and her mahogany hair flowing like a waterfall. And that's how Ethan Montgomery saw Iris Fletcher for the second time. His whole body ached with bruises but his heart ached the most. He winced as he sat up gaping at her profile in a daze.

The sound made Iris turned towards him and a warm smile spread across her face. If Ethan thought she was beautiful before he didn't know how to describe her at that moment, an ethereal being was moving towards him and he could have gladly given away his Dragon scale to see her like this again.

"How do you feel now, Mr Traveler?" Iris asked hesitantly.

Ethan found his voice quickly as his silenced response replaced her smile with a worried expression. "I am well, in fact quite better".

Iris felt a giddy sensation as his deep voice resonated within the room. All wood nymphs have beautiful voices but they were always shrill sing-song voices. Never in her life has she heard such a deep masculine voice.

She nodded as she called Sasha to serve him with some nutritious soup while she thought to carefully bring his whereabouts to his notice.

"I gather that you are not from here", she left the sentence open to judge his reply.

"Please accept my apologies, My Lady. I was injured during travel and don't know where I landed." Ethan deliberately lied to avoid further complications.

It was a punishable crime to trespass the Lucusorbis by any of his kinsmen let alone the king. He was quickly trying to plan an escape route but for the first time in his existence, he was finding it hard to ignore the feminine aura of someone.

Many fairies had unsuccessfully attempted to seduce him plenty of times before, but not even the most experienced seductresses could have been able to get his slightest attention but this Wood fairy was capable of clouding his common sense by just being present there.

"You are in the Lucusorbis, Mr traveller and I know that you are a dragon spirit."

Her voice brought him out of his reverie and he searched her face for signs of hatred as she looked at him but surprisingly he didn't see hate instead her eyes were full of compassion.

And of course, if she had any contempt against him than he would have been in prison right now, not lying in a comfortable bed or even he could be dead if not for her who rescued him that night.

"Oh... I... that's bad", he acted surprised.

"No not bad. It is terrible. Pray that no one finds about your true identity before you could leave or else I am afraid I can't help you", Iris finished in an anxious tone.

"Yes, my lady. I am indebted to your kindness. Please allow me to leave today", Ethan replied.

"No that would not be a good idea Mr Traveller. You are not quite healed yet and besides there's tight security outside the palace you can't leave unnoticed in this condition." Iris replied matter of factly.

Ethan alerted when she mentioned palace. What was he doing in the palace? Of all the unlikely places in this realm, the palace could be the most unsafe place for him, the famous dragonlord, the king of the enemy clan.