Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan King's Bride: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Laylin decided not to hold back. Today was her last day in this wretched Palace so she promised herself that at the very least, she won't bite her tongue, like she had all her life. "Walk steadily, Princess!" The older woman pushed her forward, almost making her stumble. 'Would the King do this to me if my mother was alive...?' She gritted her teeth to suppress her anger. Her eyes were already swollen behind the flimsy veil from crying the night before. 'Would he sell her in marriage like a hostage?' Today was her wedding. A wedding without a groom or holy rituals. Her father had accepted this national marriage from the Lycans to pacify them but the truth was he wanted to catch the Lycans off-guard and start a war. ".... So Princess, please behave with dignity. This is your honor to be selected for this noble sacrifice. Ehan has to know it is your will so they can revere you! The end of those savage beasts is God's will! Smile and look content...." The poker-faced maid who was dr

A hush fell among the court ladies. Some of them were scared, some exasperated while some were just forced to be here. The female lycans were immaculately civilized with poise and elegance. Since their genes weakened and not many could shift, the Lycans had progressed in culture and economics to compensate for their disappearing superior genes. But try as they might, they couldn't leave humans behind as humans had centuries over them. A lady who couldn’t stand the eerie silence finally huffed out: “Lady Magny, I say, it’s futile.” She turned to the ladies who gave her the attention she sought, “Imperial etiquette aside, who are we even going to pay respect to? A lump of rotten meat? I can’t believe Princess Scarlet would belittle us this way!” Her agitation made her whinier than she already was. Magny gritted her teeth to stop them from chattering. Greeting the first lady to enter the King's chamber was a tradition. But! All of them have heard what tragedy had taken place

“Laylin… Laylin… Laylin…” He smirked as his servant hastily helped him in washing himself. He had heard of the whispers when he was bathing. News of Princess Laylin’s survival spread like wildfire in Arein, the capital of Rakhbar. It was quick in reaching Chamberlain Hazi in less than an hour of the Court Ladies' visit to the princess. He was a low-born, the only reason he was instated here was his ability to shift and the help he had given to the King to usurp the throne. He couldn’t help but scoff to himself, the Princess’s survival left a nasty taste in his mouth. He didn’t know, nor cared, why Ehan chose to send a Princess hostage instead of demanding a peace treaty. But this... “What a miracle you have performed!” He couldn’t help but shake his head smiling to himself. His servants cautiously worked, used to his weirdness. Bringing in the Ehanian Princess was no big deal. A no-name Princess living in the corner of this Grand Palace would have harmed no one, soon the world w

Sitting under this extravagant parasol, the only thought that ran through her otherwise erratic mind was to escape this place alive. 'It's really been days and no one has come for her head...' But she wasn't able to meet her servants and doing it alone was impossible, especially with all these guards keeping eyes on her. “...Of course, I know that it's not easy to recall for you but my point is, that the King most likely will be here for you soon!” Princess Scarlet, who was sitting opposite her, insisted, “If it were any other man I wouldn't be cautious, but…” she trailed off, looking at Laylin who was intently staring at her cup of cold tea. Scarlet reached out and grasped her hand. She squeezed it in a comforting manner. Laylin tried to take her hand away but her grip was strong. “But it’s a King who ascended through a Coup, Laylin... if you don't tell me what happened I'll be too clueless to be of any help to you!” It was the best coaxing Scarlet could do, any more persuading

The next day when Ivan came with Princess Scarlet to look at the on-going reconstruction of the King's Palace, he couldn’t help but let out a low whistle at the sight of it. He looked around in awe, absolutely gobsmacked at just how much work needed to be done. "He's going all out. Do you reckon it had something to do with that little spitfire he's hiding under his wings?" Princess Scarlet sneered bitterly, still unable to swallow the humiliation, "Of course. It is like Laylin to exceed expectations." “I didn’t know King Ambrose would give a damn about anyone other than Sayon. Though I don't blame. The Princess is a sight for sour eyes.” Ivan remarked with faux sympathy, and Princess Scarlet felt some of the tension leave her as she sighed in resignation. “At least now Sayon will have a rival,” she scoffed, “The way he went off on m .ol e, you would expect I was keeping her captive! He should be thankful to me that she's alive!” she backtracked, and Ivan lightly held onto her el