The SUVs screeched to a halt before the private terminal, their engines rumbling momentarily before falling silent. A fleet of armed Ghost warriors, dressed neatly in their light brown camouflage uniforms, their faces covered with ghost skeleton masks, emerged from the vehicles, their shadows dancing across the tarmac.
Among them walked beautiful Karenina, her maid Lena and Maximus carrying her daughter Roxanne. The reporters clicked photos nonstop from a distance, not wanting to block their ways. Actually they were fucking scared of coming across Ghost warriors, and getting their bodies sliced by their swords.
"Luna, should I ask the reporters from clicking your photos?" Maximus asked, leaning close to her right ear.
"No. Let them be," she responded, and marched ahead, her head held high like a true queen despite people criticizing her for being a whore and raising questions on her upbringing.
