I watched in amazement as Kral came towards me. He walked steadily and gracefully. His clothes framed his strong body, and his black hair fell on his forehead to hide his piercing golden eyes. He approached me step by step, just as he had picked me up at a dinner party a long time ago."Do you like the surprise?" He finally stood in front of me and handed me a bouquet of flowers.I looked at his face. The full moon illuminated the side of his face, and his high nose and sharp thin lips were strangely soft. The fireworks were reflected in his golden eyes, and the smell of roses floated around us like mist. It all seems to happen in a dream."Your Highness..." my eyes widened. My heart is stuffed. His surprise and everyone's eyes let me at a loss. I clutched the flower in my hand. The delicate stem was pressed out of the juice and dyed my fingers red.I felt like an animal in a trap, hovering over the delicious bait. My heart is intoxicated with him, and my mind is warning me to stay aw
The maids are out. My nerves finally relaxed. I breathed a sigh of relief and got into the bath and slowly relaxed every pore in the hot water.What happened at the party today is far beyond my expectations. There were no quarrels or apparent conflicts, but under the calm surface there was plenty of confrontation. Everyone has his own mind. Kral and I face a complicated and dangerous situation.The war has begun, hasn't it?Is the road to the throne really thorny, even for Kral?Forget it! I don't think about these complicated things. I am very tired today. I just want to take a bath and get some sleep. I have a hunch that I will have to face more difficult people and things tomorrow.While I was resting with my eyes closed in the bathtub, a large hand touched my bare shoulder."Who?" I stammered.After being treated like that by Susana in the bathroom for the first time, I didn't allow anyone to go into the bathroom while I was in the shower."Who else but me?"The man behind me lowe
"Delia, you're the first werewolf to leave a mark on me, and as your master, I owe you a little punishment."The tip of Kral's high nose kept touching my face like a wolf studying how to bite its prey, his golden pupils like a pool. I closed my eyes and dared not move.He lay on top of me and the bed sank slightly. His legs pushed open my knees, and the fabric left a faint red mark on my soft skin, forcing me apart. The pink towel slid off as he moved. My body was exposed to him.“You... you said you wouldn't force me,” I said, breathing fast and trembling with a touch of grievance.The sense of danger in Kral froze for a moment, and I seized the moment to kick him with all my strength. Kral was kicked out of bed."F.uck!"I opened my eyes and saw Kral's face contorted. He covered his lower body and the veins in his forehead bulged.I watched his movements.No way!I wrapped the quilt around myself and got out of bed to help him up. I wanted to feel his wound."I didn't mean to, maste
This was the first invitation I had received since I entered the palace. The invitation came from my nominal rival in love. It's from Catherine, the Prince's ex-fiancee."Sis, are you going to see her?" Vivian cocked her head. She also saw the struggle on my face.How could I not struggle?At the party, Catherine's defiant smile and the implied words still haunt me. I lowered my eyes and remembered that she was wearing a red dress similar to mine, but with a completely different aura, proud and arrogant."Miss, I don't think it's a good idea to turn down an invitation. You'll have to deal with them in the future," Susana said calmly, standing aside. She probably saw my hesitation too, so she suggested it directly.I was silent for a moment. What Kral said to me that day in the lake suddenly crossed my mind.‘Everyone will treat you according to your strength. You must prove yourself worthy of the Queen's Crown.’Cowardice leads only to ridicule and bullying. Running away won't solve t
Alen's povI feel Susana's attitude towards me has changed a little since His Highness announced the marriage at a banquet last night. She began to give me a cold shoulder. I felt she was blaming me for not stopping the Prince's decision to marry. In her eyes, Delia doesn't deserve to be our future queen. His Royal Highness should not have made such an irrational decision. And I was wrong because I didn't correct him in time.Now, I was standing in the doorway of the Prince's palace and I had something important to report to the Prince, but Susana gave me a cold look."Just a moment," Susana said coldly, pushing open the door and leaving me with only her back.Tsk, I'm being disliked. I don't know if Vivian has any potion to increase friendship. I shook the bell hanging on my waist, thinking to myself.The ladies-in-waiting outside were all familiar faces, and I kept my usual friendly smile and talked to them to ask if there had been anything special in the palace last night."Somethi
Alen's povThe heavy wooden door opened slowly, and a cold but powerful voice came from behind."Prince Kral, be sensible in the temple."The gate was wide open. In the dark and empty hall, nine men in white robes and black masks sat around a long black stone table. The glass lamps were placed neatly on the table. Inside the transparent lampshade, the light of the candle takes on a yellowish color, which is reflected on the mask. Everything in the room was shadowy, like a gathering of ghosts.There are many elders who are qualified to wear white robes, but only the elders who can appear at the round table are the ones who hold real power. Since the death of the last king, His Highness Kral has had little contact with these powerful elders, let alone run the country with them. I don't even know who's behind these masks.After years in power, they don't care how much chaos they see. They sat quietly, their eyes almost piercing the mask. The pressure was so great that I could hardly lift
Delia's povThe moment the blood ran down Catherine's cheek, I held my trembling hand down. It was not out of fear, but because I found that my heart was so excited by the bright red color that my fingers began to tremble.It's the second time I've held a weapon to fight. The day Nick died, Kral grabbed my hand and killed Nike. It was the first time I used a weapon against an enemy, and the first time I killed my enemy.The memory of that day is bright red, with a fishy smell. I remember the feel of the dagger in the flesh, like cutting a soft cake. I watched Nick's body grow cold and become a pile of garbage on the floor.I got my first taste of revenge. It's a little scary, but... ... so irresistible.Now, I look at the arrow stuck in the wall. My eyes went blank for a moment. I admit I wanted to kill Catherine when she shot that arrow at me.The thought made my face pale."Wow!" A figure shouted exaggeratedly from the garden entrance, breaking the stifling air. "My dear sister, I n
Delia's povIt was evening when I returned to the palace. The setting sun cast an orange glow on the white marble walls of the palace. The whole palace had lost the haughty look of the day, and showed gentleness.I looked at Susanna and Alen, who were waiting for us at the door, and felt a sense of relief."Sis, look. The palace looks like a big marmalade cake under the setting sun." Vivian rubbed her belly and muttered.Alen touched Vivian's hair. He smiled as he listened to her and handed her something while Susanna and I were talking.Susanna was as serious as ever. Her gray eyes hid all her emotions perfectly. She looked at me and whispered, “How was the party today, Miss?”"Today's party, I think everything is OK," I murmured.I was silent for a few seconds, thinking of Catherine's last glance, her half-smile, and her "See you next time.""Catherine is the adopted daughter of the elder William and a childhood playmate of his Royal Highness Kral, and if you can establish a good re