Sibyl’s POVThe coronation took place as scheduled.I was woken up by Amy at first light. I yawned and sat half asleep in front of the dresser, letting the maids do my make-up."Your Grace, oh, no, Your Majesty, you look amazing today. You are now the envy of all women. His Majesty is not only a hero, but also very loyal to love. Now the nobles like to keep some concubines or lovers, but your husband only loves you. You are really a happy couple. I hear a lot of women are learning about your make-up and dressing and want to be loved as much as you are."The maid brushed my hair and flattered me. But I was in no mood to listen to what she said. I stared blankly at my face reflected in the bronze mirror without answering her.Sensing my low spirits, Amy motioned for the maid to stop talking and gently massaged my temples."Your Majesty, today's ceremony will last a long time. Please have some breakfast first."A maid, with a glass of milk in her hands, presented it respectfully to me.I
Sibyl’s POVAm I dead?I'm not sure. I feel as if I'm floating on an endless sea. It was dark, no lighthouse, no stars. I can't shout, I can't move.The memory slowly came back to me. I thought of my wedding, my aunt, my brother and my husband.I looked down at my hands. They were clean, but I still felt blood on them.I thrust the dagger into my husband's chest.My head began to hurt and I became very dizzy. A voice in my head screamed angrily: "He's your husband. Why did you do that? He loves you. He did so much for you. But you hurt him! You bad woman!""No! Don't say anymore!" I cried, clutching my ears and crouching on the ground in pain."Sis," a voice came to my ear."Sis," the voice sounded familiar."Doyle, is that you?" I stood up, turned around, and saw no one."Sis, don't cry." Doyle's voice sounded happy, as if he had never experienced any trouble."Where are you? Doyle, I miss you. Please let me see your face." My voice was pleading, broken.But there was only darkness,
Manolo’s POVAfter Dalena fed Sibyl a sleeping potion, Sibyl finally fell asleep."We need to talk." I stopped her as she was leaving.Dalena turned to Sibyl, who was lying on the bed. "Let's talk in the study," she said.The Chief Witch's study had a magical barrier. No one could get in without Dalena's permission, and no one could hear anything inside.Dalena leads me into a mushroom-shaped building. The Elf, who was making a magic potion in the room, saw Dalena and stopped what she was doing. She nodded to Dalena and flew out of the room.Now there were only two of US left, and the smell of the slightly fermented potion in the air."If you don't come to me, I'll come to you," Dalena said directly. "Our plans will never keep up with the changes.""At least we got Sibyl out of the capital. We just have to sort out the rest.""The rest?" Dalena smiled wryly, "Those are difficult questions. I don't know if Nuri is awake now. Sibyl stabbed him with a poisoned dagger, which shocked every
Nuri’s POVThe first person I saw when I woke up was Wayde."Your Majesty, you're awake at last. How are you feeling?"I frowned. I didn't like being treated like a patient. It made me feel weak."I'm fine." I sat up and got out of bed."Your Majesty, be careful!" Wayde grabbed my arm.I felt a sharp pain in my chest.I bowed my head. My chest was wrapped in a thick bandage, and there was blood on it.I remember now. My Queen, my wife, Sibyl, stabbed me in the chest with a dagger at the coronation.My chest heaved with anger and more blood flowed out."Call the doctor in," cried Wayde anxiously."No." I stopped him. The wound was not deep enough to threaten my life. I did not care about it. I could not wait to find out something more important.“Bring Sibyl here,” I remember Roth saying “Put her in jail”before I blacked out. Prison is a terrible place. She must have been terrified during the days I was in a coma. I wanted her to get out of that filthy place, but I didn't want Wayde to
Azariah’s POV"Take the chance." That's always been our motto in the Windsor family.My grandfather was nobody in the army when he was young, and though he had the name Windsor, he had to work every day as a guard at the royal hunting grounds. Every day, watching the nobles in luxury clothes walking around in front of him, he could only envy but be powerless.However, he never discouraged, but like a fox with shrewd eyes around, waiting for his opportunity. Finally, one night, the last king secretly took a minister's wife to the hunting tent. While they were moaning loudly, a tiger attacked their tent.The king's trousers were still piled at his ankles, and he cried out in alarm, dragging his mistress before him. My grandfather hid in the grass and killed the tiger with an arrow when it was about to pounce on them.The king and the woman were panting on the ground in panic. My grandfather tore a curtain from the tent and put it over the woman's face. He knelt on the ground and said to
Sibyl’s POV"How can she be the next chief witch when she's so thin?""Is she really the daughter of the witch Raven?""I hear she's married. Her husband is the new king, Nuri Rodriguez.""Really?"Everywhere I go these days, I hear young witches whispering.I was a stranger and an intruder to them. Although I am Raven's daughter, I don’t have superpowers, haven’t taken classes with witches, cannot make prophecies, don’t know how to make magic potions. In their eyes, I do not deserve to be a witch.I walked forward slowly. When they saw me, they scattered.I can only smile bitterly.After lying in bed for three days, I began to get out of the room to exercise. Dalena and Manolo took turns with me every day, explaining some magic to me and telling me the history of witches.I gradually became familiar with the life here, and my body is also slowly recovering.Looking around the lush magic plants and flying sprites, I thought: if only I was born here. I will have a different life, and d
Sibyl’s POVTo hide our identities, we dressed in simple burlap clothes and drove a two-horse, four-wheeled carriage, pretending to be an ordinary family doing business.For the first few days, everything went well. Every evening at dusk, we would politely knock on the door of a family and ask if they could accommodate us for one night. Except for a few people who looked at us warily and closed the door at once, most of the villagers were very helpful, not only providing us with a warm bed but also cooking us some delicious food.In return, Dalena would treat them, give them some medicine to cure their illness or some money.We went to a suburb this evening. It was close to the border, so there were few residents, and it took us a long time to find one.It was a young girl who opened the door to meet us. Her pretty little face was half hidden behind the door, and her eyes looked shyly at us. When Dalena patiently explained our situation to her, she took a step back, opened the door, a
Sibyl’s POV"Manolo, run!" I shouted back at Manolo and ran as fast as I could.My body has not yet adjusted from the rest of the night, the tension and running at this moment makes my heart feel that pressure.Manolo saw the creepy old lady, too. He grabbed my arm and blocked in front of me."Don't be afraid. She's just an old man." He comforted me."Dalena! Dalena's still in the bedroom," I shouted.Just as I was panicking, a high-pitched female voice came from the bedroom. "Are you looking for her?"I turned, and the hunter and his wife were standing at the door. They are disheveled and carry the smell and mark of s.ex. The hunter was not as honest as he looked in the day. His face was dark, his eyes malicious, and he held a bloody stick in his hand. His wife, half-naked, looked like a scheming prostitute.The hunter grabbed Dalena by the collar.Dalena was sleeping with her head down, dangling in his hand like a corpse."You! Who are you? What do you want?" My hands trembled, but
Sibyl’s POVBefore I know it, time is running out like a river. My two children, who began as finger-sucking babies in cradles, can now run around the palace. Perhaps they inherited Nuri's strong physique, and even the quiet little princess Terese was full of energy. The wet nurses had run to follow her but she was not tired at all.Today, after breakfast, I caught them trying to sneak out again."Sit your asses down!" I said sternly.The two little ones made faces and sat back in their chairs.Unexpectedly, the child's father suddenly protested. "Children are young. They are at an active age now. Why should you restrain them?""Have you forgotten what day it is?""What day?" asked Nuri, doubtfully, putting down her cup.I knew it! I took a plate of peeled grapes from him and said, "Selene and Lowa are coming to visit us today. Lowa is bringing her little girl!"Shortly after my children were born, Lowa returned to Werebird kingdom with Manolo. Within two months of their return, I rec
Sibyl’s POVSince the birth of the little prince and Princess, the whole palace has become lively. Nuri's excitement is hard to describe. He immediately declared the young prince, Baron, a crown prince and gave him an estate. However, he is still young and currently lives with his sister in a bedroom in my palace.In order to take care of the two children, Nuri arranged for each of them to have three wet nurses and eight maids. He had even begun to think about their playmates.Carol was even more excited to see them every day. She came in the morning as soon as the sun rose, and left reluctantly after dinner.Now all eyes are on the two children."Our Baron and Terese are very popular. Whose credit is that?"Nuri rocked the cradle and looked at me like a big dog with a face full of praise! I couldn't bear to watch. I picked up Terese, who was munching her fingers, and kissed her soft, white, meaty face."Little Terese, who is your mommy?"The little guy looked at me in a daze and sudd
Roth’s POV"Sibyl... my baby..."Blayze's voice travels in Nuri's ears. His hands were tugging at Nuri's, blood gushing from his mouth, but he did not stop, calling the Queen's name again and again.Beowulf pounced. His broken arm was flailing feebly in the air, and Nuri dropped Blayze to avoid his attack. I climbed over and pulled Blayze aside to sit against the wall."How could she be Azariah? Didn't she die in prison?"Blayze didn't answer my question. He didn't even look at me. He just stubbornly called out the Queen's name. Does this really work? Can we wake the king?"Nuri, wake up! Sibyl is unconscious because of you. She is pregnant with your child! She almost died because of you!" Bellowed Beowulf as he dodged Nuri's attack, shouting Sibyl's name along with Blayze. Tears blurred my vision. I wiped my face and joined them loudly.May the gods protect us. The love between the King and Queen could be the antidote to this disaster.For a moment, the council chamber was filled wit
Selene’s POVThe whole palace was in disarray. The doctors were all called in, and the maids went in and out like ants on a hot pan. Everyone was scrambling to do something, but they didn't know which way to go, because the only hostess was still lying in bed, unconscious."Stay calm. You are all trained. Follow the rules." Nuri's grandmother's voice rose into the night, suppressing the panic. She took the maid's hand and got down from the carriage. She glanced at the maids and the doctors, and everyone she saw lowered their heads."We don't need so many doctors. Those who are not good at delivering babies can go home."When she had finished, some of the doctors, after a moment's hesitation, came forward, saluted, and hurried off.“Amy, divide the maids into three groups. One group will prepare hot water, the other will clean up the delivery room, and the last group will serve the empress at any time. If anything goes wrong, the person-in-charge will be punished!”Amy hurried to assig
Sibyl’s POV"Your Majesty..." Amy hesitated."Are you asking me why I didn't kill her?" I stopped and looked up at the Black Sky, where the moon was shining brightly. The stars twinkled in the sky like jewels on a dress."Maybe the moon is too beautiful tonight. I don't want to spoil my mood."Many innocent souls stayed in the palace. Every brick and tile was soaked in blood, and I did not want to add to it any more.The maid thought she was going to die, too. She closed her eyes and waited for the poison to attack, only to find that the pain she had imagined for a long time had not come. She slowly opened her eyes tentatively and looked at me hesitantly."Ah..." when she opened her mouth to speak, she found herself unable to make a sound."I took your voice," I motioned to Amy with my eyes. Amy handed her a bag of gold coins. "This is my compensation to you. I will still keep my promise to you. You can leave the palace tonight. I will let you continue your life as a commoner."With t
Sibyl’s POVThe evening party went on as planned. On the rows of brass candlesticks, carefully carved candles burned brightly, illuminating the faces of each visitor. The scent of ladies' perfumes filled the air, and expensive jewelry glowed in the owner's hair, earlobes, and neck. Everyone smiled and complimented each other."What an elegant crowd." I stood in the shade outside the door and looked at the nobles in the ballroom. "If I hadn't seen the fierce faces of the jealous ladies and the greed of the men in calculating the wealth of the common people, if I hadn't seen the despicable ways in which ministers use their power to do evil," I paused, i turned to Amy. "This is heaven, isn't it?"Amy looked at me in silence, and I knew the question frightened her. How can the nobles be so easily judged? Most people would think so. Nuri still had a long way to go. If he did not change the concept that everyone feared the nobles as much as the gods, the new nobles that he supported now wou
Sibyl’s POVLowa shifts into a giant bird. I sat on her back and soon saw Aphrodite's palace. With no intention of slowing down, she dived straight for the palace door, causing the maids at the door to scream. I walked to the door with a sullen face. Lowa shaved her feathers and shifted back to being a sexy lady.Not surprisingly, there was another shriek from the maids, and several of them had collapsed to the ground. I saw a familiar face among the maids, whose name I can't quite remember, Anna or something. On Aphrodite's first day at court, I met the maid.She's not doing very well. No, rather badly. She was not a pretty girl, but she was impressive, and now her hair was as yellow as a weed, and her figure was unusually dry. The once beautiful eyes also lost their love of life like a pool of stagnant water.She felt my gaze and looked up at me quickly. Her eyes sparkled, but soon became dull. She changed in an instant. When I blinked and looked at her again, she was still lifeless
Sibyl’s POV"Nuri is exaggerating." Selene looked at the room full of clothes and sighed. "So many clothes. Even if there were a few more of you, you would never wear them all!"I looked at the rows of clothes, heart half sweet half trouble. Nuri is in love with me, but, as my sister said, I really do not have time to wear every piece of clothing again. Looking at so many beautiful clothes that I have no chance to wear them, it makes me feel very wasteful."These are all new. Do you like any of them? If you don't mind, just take the ones you like!" I said to Selene. When Lowa heard this, her face darkened and she looked at me angrily. "You have a real sister, and have you forgotten about me? You are so biased!"Selene looked at me awkwardly, worried that something might happen between me and Lowa, and I patted her hand. I smiled at her and said, "She's just kidding!" I turned to Lowa and rolled my eyes at her. "Why are you teasing her? Come on, I'll give you all the clothes in this ro
Nuri’s POV"What's all this?" Beowulf asked as he casually flipped through the notes on my desk. He gave me a smirk. I looked down and coughed."How come I don't remember us getting so close?" His tone was too casual and intimate, as if we had known each other for more than a decade, which made me very uncomfortable. He is the king of the land of the Bears. While I respect him as a hero, that doesn't mean my social distance from him can become intimate. But he didn't seem to feel that way at all."My wife is your wife's sister, and we are brothers, a family! We know each other like the back of my hand!" He took another book from the shelf, he exclaimed, "I always thought that you were an ambitious hero. You spent all your energy on running the country. I can't imagine that you're actually a nanny!"My bookshelf is lined with books on children, medical and educational, from infants to teenagers. On the desk are several thick notes that I have made. These are all the questions I ask doc