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
Manolo’s POVWhen I woke up from the pain, I felt as if my bones were breaking.I held my waking position, slowly regaining consciousness for a while, and then I tried to move my limbs.Thank God, only some pain, my bones are not broken.I got up carefully and looked around.This is not the bottom of the valley, but a huge rock protruding from the middle of the cliff. I looked up at the trees on the cliff above me and the leaves on my body and felt a sense of relief.We fell into the tree. The branches and leaves slowed us down so we didn't die when we landed on this rock.Wait, we?Where's Sibyl?I looked around anxiously, dragging my injured leg.In a corner near the cliff wall, I saw Sibyl lying on the ground."Sibyl, wake up!" I called her name, holding her head.She didn't respond. I put my fingers under her nose. Thank God she's breathing.It's sunrise, and the temperature in the valley is very low. I touched her cold hand. Her body is so cold that I must get her temperature bac