“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
When she first got to know, Laylin was ready to get into an argument, and even refused a couple of times to go with him. Unfortunately, he also came bearing a letter from the King, a letter with a threat she had no choice but to comply in the end. Beside her escort, Sir Rurik, who had just returned back after recovering from a foot fractured was quiet but had cleared his throat to indicate he will force her if the King’s odder was compromised. “What? Are you desperate to voice your opinion?” In her frustration, she had smiled and challenged him so she had a reason to vent her temper. This emotional battle she had with Ambrose was making her a nutjob. He cleared his throat again, “… No.” Scoffing, she turned away from him. The chauffeur had been curious initially, but that curiosity soon went away as he rushed through the palace in the brutal cold. Even Laylin who had warmed herself with nirvana was feeling like the cold was biting her bones. The worst thing that tortured her was
“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
She ran through the hallways, her eyes reddened and her heart heavy. Her entourage ran behind her calling out her name. “Princess Laylin, stop!” Berilla caught her arm and tried to drag her back, “Laylin, you can’t get swept away. I’ll ask them the details and bring you a report but let’s go now. You are forbidden to leave the palace!” A sob tore through her lips as Laylin shook her off and ran to the direction of the prison. When she reached there the guards blocked the door forbidding her entry. She took one glance at them before unsheathing a sword from her own escort who was behind her. A commotion broke out, as everyone took a step away from the hysterical princess. “Get out of my way!” She pointed the swords at them but none even budged a step. Scoffing, she turned the blade to point at her own neck. Several gasps followed a wave of anxiety. “Get out of my way this instance!” The guards now looked freaked out, if the Princess really took her life in front of the prison a
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
Scarlet sat looking out of the window speechlessly. He had locked her up because according to him she had caused an unjustified uproar in the Imperial Palace but the truth was that his little bed-warmer wasn’t doing well and he needed someone to blame. She agonized at the humiliation she had to suffer. How was he any different from her previous tormentor? He just had an extended leash for her. She eyed the food on the tray. It would still taste bland to her and right now she wished to feel anything. With a sarcastic sneer, she flipped the table, startling her maid. Some sighed slowly, others just stared irritably and she understood each glare that fell at her. She must look pathetic to them. "How dare she?! How could she?!" She shouted and broke things. Her maids stood by looking, as she hurt herself. If they tried to stop her it would only get worse. Hazi entered the scene and a smirk emerged on his face before disappearing without a trace. The princess was totally out of it. H
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
Laylin leaped to stand on the railing too. The whole crowd was dead silent as Ambrose took an angry stride in her direction. It seemed Princess Scarlet realized the situation she was in. She staggered back several steps trying to flee but the man accompanying her held her by her shoulders from the back. In quick movements, he snatched the wolf's head from her hand and threw it on the floor. With a loud blaring shriek, it released fumes that consumed both of them. A heavy wave penetrated the air, sending them all flying away. Laylin collapsed on the King’s throne while others weren’t this lucky. Frantically, she leaped on her foot to see Ambrose standing there with a rustic spear struck in his abdomen. “Oh Lord,” she whispered, feeling the heavily disturbed natural auras in the air. Something malicious had entered the air and she felt the temperature had eerily dropped. She felt weak to her bones as if something was squeezed out of her. “What the hell is this thing to injure him l