All Chapters of Fated To The Werewolf Dragon King : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Morning came quietly over the Citadel.The events of the previous night had left an invisible weight hanging over the palace.Even though the King's terrifying howls had long faded into silence, no one seemed eager to speak of them.Inside the King's Court, the royal slaves gathered as they did every morning before beginning their duties.Usually, the room would be filled with quiet chatter and laughter as they bathed, sorted linens, and prepared for another day of serving the royal household.Today, the room was unusually silent.Several royal slaves stole uneasy glances toward the doorway every few moments as though expecting someone to walk through it.Lisa. But she never did.One of the younger slaves finally broke the silence."Do you think she'll come back?"No one answered immediately.Another lowered her voice."They searched the entire palace last night.""I know." A third slave hugged herself. "But... people don't just disappear."A fourth glanced nervously around before wh

Kallias walked away from the western study without looking back.His footsteps echoed through the quiet corridor.His expression remained unreadable, yet his mind refused to settle.He had assigned Adriana to the western study for a reason.It was isolated.Far from the King's Court.Far from him.He had convinced himself that distance was the simplest solution.The farther she stayed from him...The quieter Xio would remain.Yet the moment he remembered what the western study contained, his feet had carried him there almost instinctively.His jaw tightened.He disliked that he hadn't been able to stop himself.Several minutes later, after receiving word from a passing servant that Adriana had completed her assignment and returned to her chambers, Kallias quietly made his way back to the study.He unlocked the door and stepped inside.The room had changed.The shelves were spotless.Every scroll had been arranged neatly.The windows stood open, allowing fresh air to replace the stale

The tavern buzzed with laughter, clinking cups, and the rich smell of roasted meat.Unlike the noisy common hall below, the private room on the upper floor was reserved for the kingdom's nobility.Prince Maxwell sat comfortably at the head of a polished oak table.A goblet of red wine rested between his fingers.Around him sat several influential lords of the realm.Among them was Lord Armand.The very noble Kallias had injured during the Moonlight Festival.The bruise along his jaw had faded, but the humiliation remained as fresh as the day it happened.Lord Armand slammed his goblet onto the table."I have never suffered such disgrace."The other lords exchanged uneasy glances."He attacked one of his own nobles..." another lord muttered."...over a slave." Another one added."A slave!" Lord Armand spat, bitterness filling his voice."I have served this kingdom faithfully for years. And before the entire court, His Majesty threw me aside like common trash."Another lord shook his he

The Royal Council Chamber was unusually quiet.Morning light poured through the towering stained-glass windows, casting long beams across the polished marble floor.One by one, the kingdom's ministers took their seats around the great circular table.Prince Maxwell sat among them, taking his position as the Prime Minister, his posture relaxed, though his sharp eyes observed every movement in the room.At the head of the council sat Kallias.His expression remained as unreadable as ever. The Royal Aide stood quietly beside him.The silence stretched until Ventimus, being the oldest amongst them, finally cleared his throat."Your Majesty," he began respectfully, "you summoned the council on short notice. Has something happened?"Kallias folded his hands before him."There is something this council needs to know."Every eye turned toward him."For years now, our kingdom has believed there was no cure for the ailment taking the lives of our people."The chamber became still.Several minis

Prince Maxwell stood alone inside his study, staring out through the tall windows as the morning sun spread across the palace grounds.His thoughts refused to leave the Royal Council meeting.One sentence echoed over and over in his mind."The slave remains."Kallias had ended the discussion with only three words.No explanation. No hesitation.He had refused to remove Adriana from his personal service, despite the concerns of the entire council.Maxwell slowly tapped his fingers against the windowsill."It doesn't make sense."He had known Kallias his entire life.His cousin had never allowed emotions to interfere with duty.Never. Even when Rhea was alive.Yet this time, he had dismissed the opinions of his ministers over a mere slave.Maxwell's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.His mind drifted back to the conversation he had had with that slave - Erica.He remembered asking her about Adriana shortly after the Moonlight festival."Tell me about her."Erica hadn't hesitated."There isn't