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
Sibyl’s POVHelp! I'm afraid of heights.The Werebird's wings were as big as a roof, and every time she flapped them, I felt like I was being hit by a hurricane.Put me down!The rapid air hit me in the face. A pain burst forth in my head. My skin was very prickly and blood rushed to my eardrums.I have never flown so high in the sky. I couldn't open my eyes or my mouth at all. I just curled up in her big claws, praying that she wouldn't drop me.After a while, I felt a sharp drop in altitude. The sudden weightlessness put a lot of pressure on my heart and spine. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding in my chest faster and faster. I could only clench my fists and release them. I repeated the action repeatedly, trying to get my heart rate back up to what I could bear."Her Majesty is back," I heard a cheer.Just when I thought I was going to die, I was thrown onto a soft mat.I shook my head and tried to focus my eyes.The big bird shifted into a sexy beauty in front of me.As
Sibyl’s POV"Are you Lowa?" I looked at her in surprise and raised my voice."You look surprised," she said, raising her head a little, her long blonde wavy hair running across her shoulders. "Why? Don't I look like a Queen?"I was at a loss for words and didn't know how to answer her. I remember Dalena once said that Lowa hated men and only treated them as slaves, but I didn't realize she had so many... ... sexual partners."I know there are a lot of rumors about me in other countries. It looks like people are painting me as a monster," said Lowa, stroking her hair, "But I don't care. And they're right, I do hate men."I looked around at the men, "But you have a lot of men here.""No, no, no, this is different. All countries except mine are dominated by male chauvinism. Men control money, power, and voice. They establish laws and morals based on the interests of men, and dictate how women should behave. But in my country, I defeated men and built a feminist home. I despise all stereo
Sibyl’s POVLowa took me running around the capital all day. As a werebird, she was naturally cheerful and good at running, like a rose in full bloom. I can feel her enthusiasm as long as I'm near her."Lowa... Oh... I can't run..." I Gasp, my hands on my knees, my heart pounding in my chest."You're too weak. In our country, women are trained from an early age. We're all soldiers." Lowa stopped running and looked at me with a smile.The hair on my forehead was wet with sweat. I looked up, panting, and looked at her."We have one last stop. Do you want to see your friend? Oh, your fiance."Manolo? I almost forgot him. "Where is he? Is he okay?"Lowa raised an eyebrow at me. "He's fine. He must be enjoying my special gift to him right now.""A special gift?""You'll see," said Lowa, bending her thumb and forefinger into a circle, putting them in her mouth and whistling loudly.A big beautiful bird with a long tail flew over us.This is a bird that I haven't seen before. Her eyes were s