Soooo, hiiiii. I’m Edits, the author of this about-to-be amazing book…. lol. Thank you for checking out my book and giving it an opportunity. I’m so excited to embark on this fantasy journey with every one of you :) I appreciate feedbacks and comments a lot as that was what guided me with my last book, “His Regret”. So yeah, always tell what you think… even if it’s brutal. Haha. Quick question: Do think Ciril has suffered enough or not enough? Lol… See yA!
{Ciril's POV}And so as my unfortunate nature would have it, I was bundled up on the shoulder of the sentry who had been mocking me with his smirk and bobbed limply on his shoulder now.As we moved, I thought of how badly my life was going.And worse it was about to become.One question: Why do I have to be paired with people who don’t want me?I thought the moon goddess finds a soul that would match your energy in every aspect and pairs you with them. I thought that’s what she does, so why is my case different?Why am I being paired with people who would want to have nothing to do with someone like me— apparently a slave girl now.I had seen the look on the Prince’s face. He hadn’t been expecting that someone like me could be his mate— and I can’t blame him because it’s really such a weird match.And so this is me once again about to have my heart broken with another curt rejection. Great!I remained still on the Sentry’s shoulder as I ruminated over these thoughts but then, some min
{Ciril's POV}The mate bond is such a strong concept and powerful phenomenon.Hearing the Alpha Prince’s voice sounded like the best sound for my ears and it made me happier than usual, happier than I expected myself to be. If I didn’t control myself, I would have leaped up from my knees, raced through the hall, and flung myself into his embrace, adding a dramatic effect to this our love story. But then, I knew two things for certain; There was no love story, 1. And 2, I wasn’t out of the woods yet. The Alpha Prince could just interfere but only the King, his father, had the final power over what was to be done to me.I wasn’t stupid to not know this, and I knew better now than to be relieved thinking that I was saved by the Prince. I could only hope the King’s decision could be influenced by his son. But then a part of me just could not help but feel comfort and relief that the Prince was here— that my mate was here on my behalf. With the Prince’s presence, all the Council elder
{Ciril’s POV}The footstep sounds of the Alpha Prince approaching me filled my ears while the sight of him kept my eyes busy— even in such a tense moment, he was a satisfying sight to behold.But then my brain?My brain was bugged with all the troubling thoughts— filled with dread and weighed down by sadness.The Prince got to me now. And I took in a very deep breath when I noticed his lips tremble as he was about to speak. My heart was racing incredibly fast now but there was nothing incredible about it. It was scary.I was scared.“What is your name?” He asked me now, his voice gentle in contrast to what I knew mine would sound like… because the last thing I felt was gentleness. He had carried out the first dreadful step— asking for my name. One must first know the name of an unwanted mate before rejection as it would be used in the rejection phase— i.e.: “I *name name* rejects you *name name* as my mate.”Alpha Dylan had most likely been told my name by Dolores or Ivanka that day
{Ciril’s POV}I kept being hauled by these Sentries and I kept on weeping as we went. The Prince had told me to act— hence make my hurt believable. So that was what I was going to do.But then I was scared. I was scared of the Alpha Queen. She looked like a very smart woman.What if she figures out the truth?What if she finds out that I’m faking and has me killed?I just have to hope things go well. We took a turn down an elegant and brightly lit hallway and then I knew we were getting close to her Chambers or room or wherever she was positioned. My eyes randomly fell on Edwin now and we made eye contact very briefly before he looked away. But then before he took his gaze away, I noticed something on his guise.Pity… or concern.I couldn’t really tell which I saw on his face but I knew he wasn’t all that comfortable with what was going on.Maybe he isn’t as cruel as I thought.Mighty and heavy gold-plated doors were opened now and I was flung into whatever room we had walked in. I
{Ciril’s POV}I tensed as my eyes fell on her.Ivanka in a royalty-embedded dress was still a vile sight. I trembled back now.She had power over at RawHowl since she was the Luna’s daughter but here she had even more power as she was now the wife of a Top Reignile General and the Alpha Prince’s best friend… while I was still a slave— always the slavegirl.I made eye contact with her and I backed away while she smiled in reaction— smiled evilly. Fear struck my chest and it made me pace faster but then I only succeeded in backing up into one of the statues. I stopped walking now with a hastily beating chest and just then, she began to speak.“How do I look?” She asked me weirdly now but then I stared at her dress for a moment in order to give her her answer.“You.. you look clean and pretty, Ivanka.” I said and she immediately bawled at me.“It’s Mistress to you!” She stoned her words at me and I tensed and then I corrected myself.“Sorry, Mistress.” I said with my head bowed low. “G
{Ciril’s POV}Last night was no common night at all.To me, it was a torturous night.I had just gotten to the Palace but I had already seen enough reason to want to run away. But then I couldn’t run away since I knew the repercussions I would face if I was caught— deadly repercussions. But then last night was still compelling me to scarper away, and now that it was daytime, I could only walk around with dread in the pit of my chest.I had seen gory scenes last night.I have never seen a werewolf so brutally wounded. There had been blood everywhere in the Hencher, and the more we tried to treat the Warriors that bled, the more they bled.So many of them ended up dying and the Caregivers could only save just a few. Hence, by the time I was done with my shift, I had the blood of 100 men on my dress and skin… and I had one question to ask. What sort of creature wounded these warriors in this fashion?Note. I had so many questions— a bunch of them, but this was most paramount among othe
{Ciril’s POV}How can the event of someone’s promotion be seen as bad news?How can you detest the rising up of someone to noble posts?Well, when that person is Ivanka, you think of it as the worst type of news.Ivanka was one of the most vile and cruel souls I’ve ever met and instead of her likes to be pulled down the ranks of supremacy, she was being exalted even more.Instead of her being stripped of her power, she was being fueled with more while I was abandoned on the opposite side of the spectrum.Now she had been made Seneschal and was now in charge of me— in charge of my life. What could be more horrific than this?I tried to stop myself from visibly panicking now that it was announced. I tried to stop myself from trembling as Ivanka’s eyes were on me since I knew that was what she wanted.With Edwin’s conclusion now, Ivanka stepped forward, spreading her arms apart in a dramatic fashion that signified pride and self praise. I and the other Slavegirls just stared at her displ
{Ciril’s POV}“I said, take a seat.” Ivanka glared at me with her harsh volume… and then she smiled weirdly. “Please.” She added with a gentle smile.I slowly started bending to sit, not bothering to check if there was actually something behind me that I could sit on, but then fortunately, my bum met with an object— most likely a clothed stool, and I sat down on it. “Good girl.” Ivanka muttered and she gave me a once over before she positioned her bent self before Alpha Dylan, causing her nipples to point downwards. Just then, Alpha Dylan rose up from his sitting position and hovered his burly figure over Ivanka who was bent, ass turned towards him.They both stared at me now and I tried to pick which vile face I would look at while Alpha Dylan inserted his shaft into Ivanka’s behind. I randomly chose Ivanka’s face but it was a stupid choice.Ivanka licked her lips now and then she sashayed her hips in preparation to receive Alpha Dylan and just then she gasped.Loudly.Her back arc
{Ciril’s POV}My chest started heaving as my heart started to beat threateningly fast.I was not on the public post anymore. I was free. I was literally free to roam about, free to go anywhere I wanted to.— free to leave this place.But then I heard from the Hencher Mistress that we weren’t escaping anywhere… but going to her room. I was confused.Her room?I had been bound to heavy chains for more than two weeks just for her to set me free and want to take me to her room?I bombarded her with questions now as we raced through the shadows. The Palace lights and lamps were off so that the full Moon was the only light source which gave us the grace to move about sneakily, but then I was almost jinxing it with my restlessness and questioning.“But we’re not going to stay in your room, right?” I asked. “Did you forget something in your room?” “Does your room have a secret doorway that can help us escape secretly?” I asked again when she didn’t respond to the first two questions. She
{Ciril’s POV}“Just hang in there for a little more time.”The Hencher Mistress had said and left me with those words. But then she had stopped at a short distance away and chipped in a line.“I’ll be back.” She had added and now, she was gone.She was gone… and I needed her. I needed her to be here because I had grown scared.— scared of dying. Yeah…The people’s ridiculing words had broken through my defenses and made me gloomy and vulnerable. And now that I was thinking of how close I was to the hour of my death, I was scared. And it was made worse by the fact that Taka had told me how everyone would be competing to be the one to take off my head after the Guigon moon’s arrival. Hence, I needed the only friend I had left, the Hencher mistress, here with me but then because of how she had been acting and the statement she had made, I hadn’t been able to tell her.“Just hang in there for a little more time.” I repeated the words now and then tears glossed up my eyes as realizati
{Ciril’s POV}I was outside the Revel Hall like they said I would be.And I was tied there to the post as they said I would be.But then as an added compliment, I was stripped naked. Every worker or servant who passed by now seemed to have fun with their eyes and talk about my body and appearance before leaving.It was still the early hours of the day so the Reignile people hadn’t started coming yet. From what I had heard, the Guirgon full moon visits a few hours before midnight which meant that the people of the Reigns who had been invited would begin coming in during the evening.And so I was left out there in the open for the sun to dry and make harder the fecal matter that was on my body and for the wind to blow specks of dust into my eyes.I saw some of the maids and slaves I used to work with back then when I wasn’t tagged as the Kingslayer yet. I saw some of them pass by and gaze at me with clear disdain and irritation on their faces.Normally, this would break me but now, I d
{Ciril’s POV}It was noontime.And I was surrounded by darkness.— sweating and clothed in poop.I was back at the Dungeons and I stinked. I stinked badly and had a foul look on my face, but then the stench of the dung wasn’t the reason for my foul mood. My foul look was brought about by the realization that today had brought upon me.What Prince Landon had done to me had broken me in so many ways. What he had done to me had killed whatever sell-worth I had left in me and for this I loathed him. He was on the list now and in truth and at this moment, I wanted to kill him more than I wanted to kill anyone else on that list. I wanted to yell curse words at him while I stabbed him so many times in his face and chest with a knife.— I wouldn’t hesitate by even the slightest bit if I was given the chance to do this.Yeah. That’s how much I hate him now. I had found the ring. After almost an hour, I had found the damn thing but not until poop had almost diffused through my skin.People
{Ciril’s POV}“Come with me.”Prince Landon had appeared from nowhere and had told me to come with him so now I was trailing behind him and Dylan without any clue as to where they were taking me. General Dylan looked specifically elated while Prince Landon looked aggrieved, and these were the only clues I had to work with.I wanted to ask Prince Landon where he was taking me but then I didn’t even want to speak to him so I kept my curiosity to myself. I was that hateful of him. We left the Palace grounds to the common grounds where my curiosity was inclined to the max. General Dylan turned back at one instance to smirk at me and this made me even more confused.What were we doing in the Common Grounds?We were trailing through the ground villages and I looked left and right, wondering what could possibly make them bring me here. The local people were both happy and angry to see our group.Elucidation: Happy to see Prince Landon.And angry to see me.They looked like they wanted to
Ciril’s POV}The Hencher Mistress has cleaned my wounds and helped me clean the vast floor of the Hall just like she had said she would.She had to run away into hiding a couple of times to evade the guards who had come to check up on me but then she had helped me, not leaving until what was left was a small portion to clean.I didn’t understand.I didn’t understand why she cared so much about me. I had asked her why but then her reason hadn’t done justice to how she acted towards me.I’m lovable?Lovable my foot! I’m miserable. I’m miserable to the max and yet she still cares so much about me. I really didn’t understand how or why. She was gone now and I was wrapping up— cleaning the remaining portion of the ground. She had told me that Anika had been seen being seized and taken away by some warriors earlier and so I was thinking about that now.Anika had said she would try to reveal the truth about everything that had happened in the Dinner hall that day and I had mentally doubted
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Thirteen ~ ]“I need you to eat because you’re going to need your strength for tomorrow…”What do you mean?What is happening tomorrow?These were the questions I had asked Princess Anne following her weird statement… and these were the questions she had ignored. She had left me without attempting to answer any of them but then had also left me with a confusing line as usual. “You will either lose your life or someone else’s...” She had said as she left and I had stared at her until she was out of sight.I didn’t bother to ask her what she meant by that sentence because it didn’t matter to me. I was going to die tomorrow and be free of this world and its tortures so I didn’t have anything to do with her and her fatefully confusing words anymore.I was only grateful for the food— I was really grateful. The food had been the best thing that had happened to me since all these torture episodes started and I was thankful that Princess Anne’s crazy mind had led her t
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Thirteen ~ ]Morning came and met me in my foul mood.I hadn’t slept.I hadn’t slept because I couldn’t do so with all the hate I was now carrying in my heart.I still wondered if the Hencher Mistress was okay but then I wasn’t sad about it anymore. Every sadness I felt was being translated into anger and resentment… and I didn’t mind. I was seated on the floor now and glaring in the direction the vile bunch would come from. I wanted them to come and get today’s torture over with so I was somewhat anticipating them, but then I didn’t see them for several moments. Soon my attention was diverted from waiting for them to looking at my body.— Some of my wounds were healing and I had scars forming now. I could see scars of random I’s, R’s, and S’s.. which stood for Ivanka, Ruika, and Sam— Dolores’ children.She had scourged me with these marks and wounds the other day as her own form of punishment and now, the wounds were healing and turning into a reminder that t
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Ten ~ ]I didn’t kill myself.For some reason, I hadn’t felt like doing it anymore after Anika’s narration but it didn’t mean I didn’t feel wretched. It didn’t mean I wasn’t still emotionally broken. And as for Anika, I had sent her away— After I had heard her narration, I had still sent her away. She had wanted me to forgive her but I just couldn’t. I was still very angry at her. I still felt like I hated her. Story or no story, she had landed me in this predicament, and even though it wasn’t her intention, I was still very mad at her. I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive her.“I’ll go and tell Prince Landon the truth.” She had said before she left and even though it had sounded like a relief, I didn’t feel relieved.I didn’t feel relieved because I knew she wasn’t going to achieve anything with that plan of hers. Ivanka was the one involved in this cascade of torture so I knew Anika’s attempt would be a vain one. But then I didn’t stop her. I didn’t care