“Laylin,” The King sighed out, clicking his tongue, looking down at her peaceful face. He swept his fingers tenderly through her silky rustic strands before he rubbed his chin in deep thought. She had been without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen but then again, beauty was in the eyes of the beholder, and to him, she was the semblance of perfection. Her unmarred, exquisitely tanned skin, in contrast to his bronze-scarred body, was ethereal. When he heard a woman had survived his beast, he had all the intentions to keep her but when he realized she was marked, things changed. “Little fool.” He whispered, trailing his finger on her delicate skin. He would have given her a position in court and let her stay in luxury without making her the center of his world. The next day he would have taken in another bride from nobles and the public would be placated. But things changed with her status, she was a princess from a nation of humans. If he had appointed a Queen after

After an outburst, Laylin had a lot to think about. She walked and walked, Berilla was a step behind her while Rurik was two steps behind, still walking in that awkward fashion. Her punishment was unique and even she knew she was venting because of what Ambrose had said. How could he say she was unnecessarily feeling self pity, it was no different than saying she caused drama because she craved attention! They were walking aimlessly when there was a ton of pressing work to be done but she felt enraged. Her anger obstructed anything but depression. They have surveyed the Palace twice now. The Princess was either cruel or had a lot on her mind. “Bastard.” Her murmur had both Berilla and Rurik’s heads turn to her but she was as expressionless as before. You couldn’t even guess it was her who spoke with how aimlessly she was taking a walk. Berilla took a deep breath to hold herself back from cursing. Her legs felt like they were about to fall off. Rurik behind her was no better, he

Scarlet's face darkened in that instant. “Are you going to pretend like you don't know me?" Her smile was cynical as if she was ready to tear apart the woman this instant if she dared deny their acquaintance. Laylin parted her lip and pointedly turned to her aunt who looked spooked. “Marquis.” Laylin took a breath to dissuade her but Berilla was more baffled. “Me? Princess, do you think you have met me?” She was even more shocked because ‘The Marquis of Balijour’ was an identity used by several witches and she or any other witch had never gone without the veil on. So it was impossible the Princess had seen her before. Scarlet looked at her shocked and in disbelief, “Do you not remember extorting me when I first bought rations from your guild?” “Ah.” The corner of Berilla’s lip turned up at both the ignorant Princesses who didn’t know the ways of the world and were glaring at her. The Palace sure was a glass greenhouse that limited their brains and thought processes. She could b

“The Summer Villa, huh…” It was no secret that the Summer Villa housed the King’s mistress for generations now. Even his uncle’s mistresses once lived there. It was to officially separate the Unofficial Concubines from those who were from noble houses. The purpose was to make political grounds clear and heirs obvious. As such, the mistress never dared cross the invisible lines, nor did their children for that matter. But the fact was that birth rate of beasts except with their chosens is ridiculously miraculous. Even then those kids didn’t survive for long but it was a good precaution. It was the way things were in the Royal Household, especially after the White Wolf was lost in their bloodline. Keeping the birth count limited was necessary. It certainly would be a perfect setting for him. After all, he had no way to let her go any time soon, he might as well set things ahead of time. She was a human, the heirs will probably be half-human, quarter beast, and quarter demon or mayb

When Ambrose had gone over to their suite, his first observation was that it was dark. His breathing remained steady as he sighed into the night, scattering white huffs of breath into the night. He had thought to stop by her office just to be sure, but chose instead to head directly to the suite they shared. At first it was because she might have chosen not to come here tonight, but knowing her, she most probably decided to stay in the darkness or gazing out of the balcony. Such stubbornness, he couldn’t help but click his tongue in irritation. She made it seem like he had committed an offenses when all of this were just necessary arrangements. He pushed the entrance doors open, and locked it behind him as soon as he entered. The sound of the door’s locks bounced off the walls, echoing in the suite, before dying down and silence reigned once more. He pressed on, headed up to his room, where it was just as dark as the night outside. Not even the lamp was turned on. His room was beyo