บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Bride: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Her breathing grew ragged, but she held herself back so Ambrose who stepped closer to her can’t see why she was reacting in such a way. She tried to look away from him, but he’d grasped her chin and made her look up, searching her for an answer. He wanted to see if it fazed her. He wanted to see if she cared for the little trinket he had treasured like a stupid boy. Feeling conflicted, she swiftly shut the box and handed it back to him. Ambrose’s eyes narrowed at that action, but he remained silent, not taking it back. “No matter how I see it, it will be well-treasured only if you hand it to your ‘Queen’.” she had spat back at him, holding her chin up high as she glared up at him, “People will ridicule me anyway if I were to go around wearing something extravagant.” she told him, “In the end, it will only catch dust in my cupboard .” Memories of her days in Ehan when she indulged in her appearance every day rushed to her. She had been so happy when just innocently watched birds pla

“Is that woman really Lady Salim’s maid? She doesn’t look like one.” Laylin was confused at the young pretty girl. Noble, engaged or married women, never appointed girls like her lest their men become infatuated. Berilla laughed, shaking her head. “That is Navier, a witch whose gift is manipulating minds so Lady Salim ‘thinks’ she is her trusted maid.” She explained gleefully, “Unfortunately though it doesn’t work on strong-minded people. If it did, we could just manipulate Agatha to leave on her own accord.” she pointed out. Laylin absentmindedly nodded her head. “I have never seen things like this happening. Unsurprisingly, my knowledge is limited and flawed.” she said, looking down at her indifferently, “Is that bowl looking from the eyes of Navier?” Berilla regarded her carefully for a moment, before giving a small smile. “You are good with the toughest parts. The theories are frameworks for summoning aura but your body seems to play it by ear. You are a genius.” she then turn

“What is this I’m hearing? Lady Magny is going to be the Queen after the Moon Arrival?” Marquis of Balijour stormed in huffing, “What nonsense is this?” Laylin looked up from the document only for a second before busying herself in sorting reports she wanted to have a second word on. “Let’s see.” She chewed on her lower lip before nodding to the map and the widest land on it. “Here, see, this land belongs to her father and he is the wealthiest with immense riches and honor in Rakhbar. If she was to be in the seat beside the Queen, the nobility opposition party will dissolve on its own.” Doing so she turned back to her documents, ignoring the prick she felt in her eyes. She didn’t even know what they got back from that villa yesterday night but what was weird, was that her escort didn’t know too. Apparently the King had brought her after she passed out, eating and drinking her fill. He spoke nicely to her for a change but apparently every man did when getting another woman. The dif

Laylin eyes fluttered open as an eerie peace surrounded her whole body. She felt empty yet too full to process anything else. The memories of the day before came to her in bits and pieces. As she felt she had exhausted all her tears, they still flooded her lids. “Ahh… Are you still mourning that wretched woman?” A sarcastic sneer startled her and she got up abruptly. Laylin's head snapped to her window where Sayon was sitting. She almost cried out in fright as the demoness hurried closer to her. “Don’t you dare come close or I’ll scream.” she urgently exclaimed, wincing when the cry made her head ring. Sayon, who also looked flabbergasted by the threat, scowled a moment later. “You think only you have tricks up your sleeves?” Sneering, she moved her hand and all her windows softly closed. “No one can hear us till we are in this room.” She smirked and came close to her bed. Laylin wasted no time in getting off the bed to head to the door. She hurriedly draped a shawl over her ni

With shaking hands, she stood in the corner holding two glasses and a drink. She was supposed to pour him a drink as the traditions stated. The King who did drink this festive drink presumably lived and ruled for a long time. Initially, only a woman of the Rakhbar Royal Family could pour it but Scarlet was on probation and Magny wasn’t formally married into the family. Behind her, were her two diligent maids, quizzically looking over her shoulder. “... Princess, do you need help?” Halo finally asked, confused by her stalling. Shaken out of her trance she passed them a curt smile. “Why are there no refreshments severed for the King? Go with Sami and arrange it now.” From the corner of her eyes, she saw them leave and took out the sachet from her bust. She sighed, having second thoughts. Her heart beat so fast she felt it could burst at any moment. Cold sweat broke out, making her feel suffocated. Could she do this to a person? Even if it was him, could she live having played with