You see, dear Kara, the huntsman began in a sweet voice. - I had two beautiful brides, both innocent, kind and clean. Your complete opposite. I wrinkled my nose. - So, my wonderful brides were killed by an unknown, or unknown... - he abruptly cut himself off. - Could the best royal hunter not find the killer? - Could not! - growling it, he wrapped his hand around the countertop, from which she creaked under the onslaught of a strong hand. I swallowed. - Do I have anything to do with it? - poured right into the frontal. - While my women are being hunted, I do not want to risk their lives. But you need to catch the killer, which means you need a bride, whose life is not at all a pity.