Laylin had just managed to arrive inside the corridor but was immediately stopped at the reception hall."This is the King's Office District. You don't have a permit to enter. Princess, please return." A middle-aged man raised an arm, stopping her from proceeding any further. When the Princess only craned her neck stubbornly, he clicked his tongue.This wasn't going to end well. The King was already irked by her servant who turned out to be a witch and now this woman...Laylin clenched her jaw and spoke with her most daring voice, "I'm here to see my husband. What makes you think you are authorized to get in my way?"Martin scoffed with a smile, "Husband? Last time I checked, you didn't have a ceremony-"Laylin sneered, getting in his face, "I had, in Ehan, with the seal of the King's agreement. I was his bride the moment I stepped in the carriage headed to Rakhbar!" The man's brows climbed up. It was what the law was, though it wasn't how weddings worked but he had nothing to refute i
“You keep forgetting a charge of treason and attempted murder also falls upon you. My Mistress almost lost her life!” The King began cruelly, “Millions have flushed down the drain at the construction site because of you.” He listed off all of the cases against her, making Laylin face the harsh truth. With every accusation, he took one step closer to her, looking all the more imposing. He only stopped when he was only a step away from her quivering form. His sweet scent confronted him. “And you want me to show mercy to a witch and be a laughingstock?” he finished, looking down at her, “Tell me why I would do that?” She gulped, feeling the tremors of fear and nerves from his proximity run through her veins, “...I have never seen Lady Sayon. I have no reason to hold resentment for a person I don't even know of-” “Didn't you do it because you were jealous of her? Isn't it because I didn't visit your chambers?” he accused her, caressing Laylin's thin waist with the firm tips of his fing
“I’m worried for you, Dear Princess,” Agatha voiced out, “You look worn out from this ordeal. Eloise would not like for you to ignore your well-being for her sake. I have written a letter to appeal Ehan's court for an official apology. I'll need your seal here.” She immediately brought over the letter she had set aside earlier. "No," she was quick to shake her head, pushing the letter away. "It will just serve as amusement for them. You will be a fool to believe my father is unaware of this." Laylin could only watch as her governess got busy with some food. She forced a solemn smile at the missus. The Princess was most likely dragging them to their graves, Agatha thought. Laylin sighed in frustration. It was impossible for her father to not be aware. His ambassadors have informed him. They were quiet because this was her father's instruction. He hadn't replied to her previous two letters, so she didn't think another would prompt a reply. For a while, she had considered the Govern
"Eloise must be in a lot of pain...." Laylin admonished her selfishness as she recalled the hollow face Eloise sported when she'd seen her unconscious. Seeing her like that was like a knife to her heart. On the table in front of her was the summons from the court for the hearing tomorrow. The charges were of attempted murder and trespassing in the Palace, both if proven, were punishable by death. All the current evidence and instances point to Laylin and her servant as criminals by law. If she went to court and the trial took place, a death sentence was confirmed. Considering her royal lineage, they might reduce it to a lifetime of house arrest but all her servants would be slaughtered. It didn’t matter how much she tried to veer away from making a deal with him, she always ended up with the same answer. And that was to accept the King’s offer. Her jaw clenched at the thought, remembering the way the King gazed at her with rampant lust, making her feel so appalled and ashamed of e
The King sat back on the sofa across from her. He was ridiculously relaxed for someone who was suffocating her while pretending he was willing to give her space. She was forced into a corner, he wasn't allowing her more time to gather her thoughts much less come up with an alternative. Fidgeting with her fingers, she sighed before finally breaking the ice. “An abandoned Princess of an insignificant Kingdom was never a threat to your authority, my King.” she began softly, head held up as she avoided his gaze. Ambrose snorted at how conceited she was to assume otherwise. She wasn't a threat to him. She was his weakness. A human mate. To humor her, he tilted his head at her inquiringly. “I'm surprised you realized just now.” “You are a beast-born and I'm a mere human. I was thrown in that room to be mauled by you and I barely escaped within an inch of my life.” she boldly pointed out, “If you were to risk that all for a slight fancy with a lesser woman, your reputation would be de
"Sire, please!" She begged the devil who smirked at her misery. The devil who had seduced her. Desperate tears welled up in her ocean eyes. "Please, I don't want to die... Help me!""Laylin." He breathily called, making her heart pound. The huskiness in his voice flustered her. She dared to look up at his sculpted face through the smoke of his cigar. He beckoned her closer with his two fingers.She pursed her lips. It was humiliating but she was a habitual fool. A fool who swallowed her pride whenever he beckoned her.'I hate myself for loving you.' She shut her eyes in self-loathing but it was him.He tapped the cigar on the armrest, observing her with lazy golden eyes. After a beat, he looked away and took another swig of his cigar with disinterest. Her chest constricted in pain.'Why? Why must he look at me like that? Why couldn't he look at her like he looked at her?' The complaints were at the tip of her tongue but she bit her treacherous tongue.Clenching her fist, she stepped fo
"You love me, you will have me." He made promises he wouldn't honor with a deceitfully sweet smile. "You will not need anything." His voice was enticing, his manipulation awfully cunning. He was indeed a fiend and he was asking her to sell her soul to him.Alarms bell rang warning her of the hell she was jumping in but she was too far gone to be saved.This demon was her only salvation. He was immoral and sinister but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was her revenge.Revenge on those who took her innocence, starting from his lover who was the last straw."...Yes." At her broken will, the King smirked. Both of them knew that her life would never be the same again."Of course," The King smiled meaningfully, looking into her deep alluring eyes. "You have altered my life so I'll alter yours."The Princess was taken aback by the madness in his eyes. He looked like she had wronged him when he was forcing her to be his mistress but the King wasted no time in ringing the bell.
'My father is screwed.' That was her last thought when she fell unconscious. 'He shouldn't have cornered me like this. Serves him right.' When Laylin awoke from her sleep, her instant thought was to curse herself for falling asleep. She had been awake when he had probed her before leaving the bed. Also when he had laid his dirty paws on her and smudged his saliva on her (kissed her) before leaving. She pretended to sleep, she was too mortified to do anything or even meet his eyes after last night. He had probably known but left quietly anyway. She winced when the sunlight burned her eyes and then she smirked before bubbling laugh left her bruised lips. "Ha... haha! Sucks to be him." Her father will fume once he hears. Oh, what a sight it will be! Her body was sore but a sick satisfaction settled in her heart. She carefully sat up on the bed. She was ruined. Her life was over. She was the King's whore. In times like these, she desperately wished her mother had returned to Sarang T
“So Crimson Rukh, how do you feel about marrying me?”His question left everyone present speechless. Even bloodied and battered Ambrose scoffed. Laylin clenched her jaw and tried to walk past him but he blocked her path yet again.At the end of her wits, Laylin burst out. “Get out of my way while I’m being nice!” Her voice trembled as she tried to run to her husband.Tilting his head in confusion, the demon sneered with contempt a second later. "Oh… Is that this dog’s filthy mark? Now that complicates things," he jeers. “I will have to kill him.”With his one tendril, he threw Laylin at a broken pillar and held her there while he slowly walked to the Lycan King."Screw you!" Ambrose spluttered, exerting himself to the fullest despite his state.The demon cackled, throwing his head back, “Your worthless mother didn’t teach you manners.” He picked him up in the air and slammed him back down.Laylin screamed and struggled but her aura couldn’t fight against his sheer force. With her, sev
"...I still think you should see her," Laylin mumbled, in his embrace. When he didn't reply, she buried herself deeper in his embrace. "...Sorry. I should not talk about it recklessly." She mumbled saltily. It was a sensitive subject and she didn't have the courage to look him in the eye.He smirked, looking down at her. She was on edge and sensitive to his emotions. He wanted to pinch her puffed-up cheeks with how adorable she was being. His darkened features at that time must have put her on guard. Instead, he settled with running his hand in her hair. He still remembered the spitfire she was, ready to bite him when he first forced her to be his Mistress.He laid back suddenly on the divan, making her fall on him. "Ambrose!""Laylin." He held her by the waist, settling her on him. She instantly struggled to get off him but he held her there."What?! Someone will see!" she was huffing puffing while her face reddening in embarrassment."Laylin." He called her out again in his low se
"I'm sure you know if you try something, she dies." His eyes swept over Valerie and Ivan. "One less pawn won't make a difference.""No. Not her! Don't touch her!" She desperately tried to crawl but only ended up stumbling and falling on the bloody arena ground. "Let her go this instant!" She begged desperately as her heart was bursting out.Her mother shook her head, her eyes telling her to let her go but it only made Laylin more desperate."Oh, so you love the mother who abandoned you?" Sansy seemed amused and he cackled. "What to do though? You didn't want to be part of my 'shitshow'."Laylin shook her tear-soaked face, "Okay! Okay. Tell them to step back. Let her go and I promise, I will!" Sansy scoffed at the naivety of the Princess, "And why should I let her go?"At the end of her wits, Laylin snapped back. "I will help you!"She couldn't use her aura easily in these handcuffs. No matter how fast her aura might be but the moment she unleashes it, every wizard here will feel the
It happened when all soldiers lost hope and thought they were fighting a battle with the fate to be defeated. ‘BOOOM!’ ‘THUD! THWACK! THUD!’ An explosion collapsed the outer wall of the palace and dark wizards and soldiers alike flooded in water crushing through from who-knows-where. But shock registered when they met the eyes of the person standing where the wall once stood. “I see. I almost missed all the fun.” There stood Princess Laylin scowling at her torn dress getting wet and an equally pissed woman behind her. “Did you really have to go this far? How am I going to walk around in this now!” Valerie was about ready to knock this stupid Princess out. Every man on the ground, thanks to the knee-high water flooding the palace, was shocked at the carefree women barging in as if they were taking a stroll in the garden. Ivan’s eyes widened. ‘That foolish Princess was here, in the middle of a battle! The King was right out of the door. If she dropped dead here, they wouldn’t b
She kept her hand on her belly and smiled solemnly. He was a piece of her and her husband. An heir to her lover. “Ahh.. To be young. Though I don’t really like the man, I certainly despise him less than your mother does. I’m not much of a success as a Red Witch so I have no such obsession with bloodlines or species. I just care for my family.” Laylin bit her bottom lip, shrugging. “Mother is... She will come around.” “Hmm, hope so. But I see... you look madly in love.” Berilla teased, looking at her distracted expression. "It must hurt your pride to love him more than he loves you." “What? No!” Laylin rolled her eyes, her smile still playing on her lips. “He’s the one who is chasing me. I just set my grace on my eager lover.“ She was flexing when both of them knew, Laylin was crazy enough in love to dive head-first in a war zone or in front of a raging monster. Laylin looked away. Her smile deepened. She did love him more but it didn't matter as long as he loved her back. A silen
The palace stood tall and imposing, its marble columns reaching the sky. It had been days since the rightful King had set foot in the home he despised and lived for.But now, with a burning sense of urgency in his heart, he returned to reclaim his throne. Laylin was expecting, he could feel his spawn growing stronger by the day. ‘SHIIINGG!’He walked solemnly, his two long swords dragging behind him. Electric zapping brutally filled the silence as his swords screeched.Previously when he had imagined her carrying his heir, he had wanted to keep her on feathery cushions day in and day out, lavish her with jewels but now he wanted to kiss her the path she walked on.He had no patience left for morons. His Queen was carrying the future King and she deserved better than a humid cave.As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the palace walls, Ambrose stood lonely at the grand entrance.The military he had himself cultivated stood before him, pointing trembling spears
"N-No, please!” The startled young witch screamed and poured her aura in with all her strength as her life flashed before her. ‘FWISSSH…’ The witch toppled back on her ass, waiting to die but as the creature collided with the magic circle it emitted a bright, blinding light. The monster's movements slow, and it gradually, in a fraction of a second, evaporated in the air. It became quiet and all the witches huffed in disbelief, as if under a spell. “Good work.” Laylin turned to the witches with a smile. “This is how any witch, weak or strong, can make the teleportation magic circle.” She clapped her hands, “Well, nobody’s dead, so let’s go under the lake.” It may sound twisted but she enjoyed their fear especially Valerie who was pale. She felt gleefully satisfied. Now, sure, no one will question her about the potency of her magic circle. She felt bad for Eloise but it couldn’t be helped, she was the weakest witch and thus the perfect person to show them the spell worked. Seizing
With a deep sigh, she went to the young Princess. “You think you can handle it after all the… commotion?” She was talking about the things she heard them talk about.The Eldest of the Red Witches looked at the Princess with a faint smile. Laylin remained still. Her countenance was quite ample as she looked ahead at the lake in front of her.Ultimately it didn’t matter if Laylin could or couldn’t. She will have to. For the sake of everyone. For the future.Valerie sighed, “We can do it ourselves too.” Laylin knew it too.The witches could very well pull off a teleportation spell but they didn’t trust her or the magic circle she had drawn especially after Aunt Berilla couldn’t perform the designation spell. The battle with demonic monsters will take more than just technique, hesitation could cost these witches their lives.Only Laylin knew Berila couldn't do it because the Great Mistress had made that spell to pull her into the memory abyss.So the witches needed to believe any of them
‘AAACK!' She pointed the dagger at him and flicked it down. His leg bent at an unnatural angle, his bone stuck out bringing him into a half-kneeling position. “Keep it down. I don’t want a commotion.” She was so calm that it was creepy. Her lazy eyes fell on the Dark Wizard and she smirked. The Dark Wizard tried to cast a spell but nothing worked, he couldn’t take anything as the source. The Dark Wizard had little to no aura or couldn’t control their auras like Valerie. There are two sources for using magic. One is auras that are taken from nature and one is life sources. Dark magicians fuel their magic with life forces which means they kill to do magic. But it doesn’t have to be beasts or humans, depending on the magnitude of the spell even insects can be used for simple spells. She had protected every living being with her aura in the perimeter. Her snake rubbed its head against her neck, and she caressed its scales with a smirk. She enjoyed the Dark wizard's desperate attempts