Alen's POVIn the temple, it was the first roundtable meeting held by Prince Kral since the engagement ceremony.Despite it being daytime, candles were lit in front of each elder's seat in the meeting room. They burned quietly, with their flames flickering and occasionally producing crackling sounds, adding some ambiance to the weighty atmosphere of the room.Prince Kral did not wear the traditional white robe for the roundtable meeting, nor did he put on the masks that everyone was supposed to wear. Instead, he donned a pitch-black robe, and the golden royal emblem on his chest gleamed brightly. No one expected that, on the day after the engagement ceremony, Prince Kral would summon all the elders to convene a roundtable meeting."Do any of you have any suggestions?" Prince Kral's casual voice echoed from the table.Prince Kral's mood and spirit were both good. His hair was meticulously groomed, and in his golden eyes, there was a subtle expression of satisfaction, like that of a wel
Delia's pov“Delia, please come with me,” Susanna saluted respectfully. She stood outside the door with a lantern in her hand and said to me.“Can I go out now?” I asked, looking at Susanna as I sat at a table in front of the window.“His Highness Kral is waiting for you in the hall. Please come with me.” Susann did not answer my question directly. She waved to the maid behind her to come in and freshen me up.Sure enough. I'm not surprised by Susanna's reaction. In her mind, Kral's orders were the first order of business. So, without a word, I lowered my eyes and let the maid take me to the dressing table to sit down.I stayed in that bedroom all day today. To be precise, the ladies-in-waiting outside would, when I opened the door, fearfully beg me not to go out and tell me that they would meet all my needs as long as I stayed in the room.I feel like I'm under house arrest, but I don't know what rules I broke. The only thing I can think of is that my rebellion last night angered his
Delia's povI was wrong. I thought in my heart.How could Kral have such gentle and watery eyes? It was the cold gleam of ambition, like a drawn sword. It's just that his gaze was wrapped in a dreamlike atmosphere, using enticing chips like sugar in an attempt to make me yield.Just like now, he took a small box out of his black robe, holding it in front of me. Then, one of his hands seemingly casually rested on my shoulder, using an irresistible tone, he said, "Open it, Delia."I looked at the box in his palm. It was a small box that didn't seem to be able to hold much. My fingers moved slightly, and the black box opened, revealing an exquisite silver oval-shaped emblem in front of my eyes. It was pure white in color, like a fallen star in the darkness. On the emblem, the declaration of the werewolf royal family—Responsibility, Honor, and Loyalty—was delicately engraved in gold. On the back was a raised image of a wolf's head. Tiny yellow gems were set in the eyes of the wolf, repres
Alen's povThe sky was overcast, thick clouds covering the horizon, as if they were about to descend upon the earth at any moment. On the walls and gates of the imperial city, soldiers exchanged signals using red banners adorned with emblems.Before long, a dull rumble sounded, and long planks were lowered. Hundreds of neighing horses crossed the makeshift bridge over the moat, and the massive army set off from the imperial city.Prince Kral rode ahead of me on his horse. His black cloak billowed in the wind, like an unfurled banner. Royal guards protected the carriage that followed behind. Despite his esteemed status, Kral chose not to ride in the carriage; instead, he was on horseback, appearing like a general.I followed beside him. His black hood concealed his face, and the cloak obscured his figure. All I could see was his silvery-gray armor and short sword.The vanguard of our forces led the way, occasionally sending back messengers to report on the progress. The horses galloped
Delia's POV"Knock, knock!"I heard two knocks on the carriage door. Before I could even respond or grant permission for the person to come in, the door swung open.Prince Kral stood before me, holding a plate in his hands. The aromas wafting from the freshly prepared dishes were enticing and delightful. Although I hadn't felt hungry initially, the scent of the food caused my stomach to betray me with a quiet rumble.Feeling a tad embarrassed, I quickly took my hand to my stomach, attempting to muffle the sound. But it was too late. Prince Kral had already caught wind of my stomach's protest. I saw a subtle curve at the corner of his lips, and a playful glint in his eyes. This only deepened my embarrassment, and I could feel my cheeks burning."Delia, I suppose you must be hungry," Prince Kral stepped into the carriage, placing the food before me. He then closed the carriage door behind him, sealing us in. "It's dinner time now, and I've come to share this meal with you."The carriage
Delia's POVPrince Kral's commitment sounded enchanting, and I wanted to trust him. However, considering the recent string of events — the enigmatic figure in gray, the pilfered pearl necklace, and the intermittent dreams— all of this cast a heavy weight upon me.Unless these matters were resolved, even if Prince Kral arranged the most extravagant wedding ceremony, my heart would remain unsettled. Despite these thoughts, facing Prince Kral's earnest promise, I hesitated to dampen his spirits. Hence, I merely nodded and replied, "Your Highness, I'm eagerly looking forward to that day!""Delia…"Prince Kral seemed on the brink of saying more, but at that very moment, a light knock sounded on the carriage door."What is it?" Prince Kral turned his head, his impatience apparent."Your Highness, there's a matter I need to report to you…"Recognizing the voice as belonging to a soldier, I seized the opportunity and gave him a gentle nudge. "Your Highness, you should attend to your duties. I
Vivian’s POVConfronted with my inquisitive question, Albert's crimson lips curved upward. Though I couldn't glimpse his eyes, I was almost certain he awaited my verbalization of this query."Because I'm using a unique flute, only witches can perceive my melody and werewolves are incapable of detecting it," Albert silently approached me, his presence virtually devoid of sound. He raised his hand, a flute nestled in his palm, "Vivian, this is for you."I didn't desire anything from Albert, yet his voice seemed to wield an enchanting power, coaxing me to extend my hand.In a state of uncertainty, I found myself grasping the dainty flute. It was no thicker than my fingers and hardly longer than theirs. The flute's surface was icy cold, akin to Albert's own frigid touch.Only upon touching the chilled surface did I seem to awaken from a trance. I recoiled, stepping back, eyeing Albert warily, "No, I can't accept your offering.""Why?" Albert countered."Because I don't know you!" I recoll
Vivian's POVConfronted with Delia's reluctance to leave with me, I was already feeling disheartened, and now Alen was speaking to me in that tone! I understood that what he said was true, but I wasn't ready to admit it. He now seemed like a teacher scolding a child, and I was that naive child in his eyes."I don't want to talk to you anymore," I slipped my hand into my pocket, trying hard to put on a nonchalant façade, "I'm heading back to sleep."As my left hand slid into my pocket, I came into contact with the flute Albert had given me. I realized I couldn't let Alen discover the existence of this flute, so I clutched it tightly, keeping my hand still in my pocket."Vivian, it's getting pretty late. Please allow me to walk you back to the carriage," Alen turned his head and gestured in the direction of the camp.When Alen had finished speaking, he began to walk toward the campsite. I followed closely behind him, just one step away."Vivian, I'm still having trouble understanding wh