All Chapters of Sold To A Cursed Lycan Prince : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The Witch Queen of Iralith was bathing when the first bald woman who sponged her chest stopped breathing and froze.This did not concern her. People stopped breathing every day.She lay beneath warm, perfumed water with her head resting against the edge of an enormous black tub while two attendants washed her hair.A third polished her fingernails. A fourth stood several feet away, holding up two earrings.“My Queen.” She called.The Witch Queen opened one eye.“Which do you prefer?” the maid asked. “The silver?”The Queen studied it thoughtfully with wrinkled brows. “Hmmm.”“Or the moonstone, my queen?”“Hmmm.”The attendant waited. Then the Queen suddenly looked cold and closed her eye.“My Queen?”“Neither.” She snapped. The attendant stared.“You may go.” The Queen added. “Queen Montessa, I....”“Both are ugly now.” The attendant slowly lowered them. “They were beautiful yesterday but yesterday is dead now.”The woman bowed and backed away. The Queen sighed happily and sank lower

The rider approached.The Witch Queen sighed again.Louder.“No.”The other creature came closer and a woman sat upon it. She wore a dark, extravagant gown that moved in the wind without ever seeming to wrinkle. Her hair streamed behind her and her dark eyes were already amused.Even from several clouds away, Queen Cerci of Draemore appeared to have heard her.She smiled harder and Montessa's face hardened.“That hearing is unnatural.”The magical dragon continued forward. So did the other creature.Montessa considered turning around. She did not. That would look like fleeing. She would rather die.Queen Cerci approached slowly upon a long, black winged creature whose body appeared to dissolve into smoke whenever the clouds touched it.Unlike Montessa, she carried no luggage. This made Montessa dislike her immediately.Cerci's eyes moved over the glowing dragon. Then over Montessa. Then her smile widened.“You packed everything you had.”Montessa opened her fan. “I packed necessities.

The carriage rocked gently as it rolled over the stone road. Outside, horses snorted and harnesses creaked rhythmically.Inside, everything was quiet.Aeryl sat curled upon the cushioned seat, her chin resting upon her knees.She'd woken up and she wasn't sleepy anymore. Instead, she was bored and watching Aramisius now.He had somehow fallen asleep.The stack of reports still rested beside him, one hand lying over a folded document while the silver chain bearing Damien's memory glimmered faintly against his chest.She blinked.She had never truly watch him sleep before. His face looked.... so unbelievably innocent and less severe like the rageous Lycan he was every other day.The deep crease that often settled between his brows had disappeared. He almost looked peaceful.Aeryl tilted her head.How could someone so frightening sleep so.... normally? She found herself wondering whether he dreamed.Did Lycans dream? Did cursed princes have nightmares? Did he dream about Damien? What was

The name lingered between them for a long moment. Then Zarius continued speaking when he deemed it perfect time enough for Aramisius to end "The stories claim she belonged to the House of Iralith long before Montessa ruled it.""They also claim she was unusually gifted.""In what way?""No one agrees.""Continue.""They say she experimented with forbidden magic.""Forbidden how?""No one knows.""They only say she crossed a line even the witches refused to approach."Aramisius remained silent. Zarius continued."She was stripped of her power. Banished.""And according to every account.... she was murdered years later."The black stallion continued at its measured pace. Aramisius said nothing for several moments. Finally, he spoke."What if it wasn't her?"Zarius looked at him. "What?""The voice. What if it meant someone else entirely?""It could."Silence."But...." Aramisius' expression darkened. "What if it wasn't someone else still? Does it mean she can still be found or even if

Tonight, the sun had disappeared entirely. Night spread gently across the countryside as the great carriage rolled beneath rows of silver lanterns.Aeryl looked out of the window.Then, her mouth slowly fell open with a gasp."Oh..."They had reached the First Journey House.It stood upon a gentle rise overlooking the road like a palace forgotten by time. Warm golden lights glowed from hundreds of crystal lanterns suspended among large ancient trees.Stone walkways wound through enormous rose gardens where blossoms of every colour opened beneath the moon.White. Crimson. Golden. Even deep midnight blue. Water shimmered softly through narrow streams crossing polished bridges at the far sides.Somewhere nearby, she heard fountains.The entire estate looked.... dreamlike."It is beautiful."She whispered the words without thinking. The carriage continued through the open gates.Servants already stood waiting in two orderly rows. Every lantern reflected in the polished marble steps leadin