When she first got to know, Laylin was ready to get into an argument, and even refused a couple of times to go with him. Unfortunately, he also came bearing a letter from the King, a letter with a threat she had no choice but to comply in the end. Beside her escort, Sir Rurik, who had just returned back after recovering from a foot fractured was quiet but had cleared his throat to indicate he will force her if the King’s odder was compromised. “What? Are you desperate to voice your opinion?” In her frustration, she had smiled and challenged him so she had a reason to vent her temper. This emotional battle she had with Ambrose was making her a nutjob. He cleared his throat again, “… No.” Scoffing, she turned away from him. The chauffeur had been curious initially, but that curiosity soon went away as he rushed through the palace in the brutal cold. Even Laylin who had warmed herself with nirvana was feeling like the cold was biting her bones. The worst thing that tortured her was
“What is this I’m hearing? Lady Magny is going to be the Queen after the Moon Arrival?” Marquis of Balijour stormed in huffing, “What nonsense is this?” Laylin looked up from the document only for a second before busying herself in sorting reports she wanted to have a second word on. “Let’s see.” She chewed on her lower lip before nodding to the map and the widest land on it. “Here, see, this land belongs to her father and he is the wealthiest with immense riches and honor in Rakhbar. If she was to be in the seat beside the Queen, the nobility opposition party will dissolve on its own.” Doing so she turned back to her documents, ignoring the prick she felt in her eyes. She didn’t even know what they got back from that villa yesterday night but what was weird, was that her escort didn’t know too. Apparently the King had brought her after she passed out, eating and drinking her fill. He spoke nicely to her for a change but apparently every man did when getting another woman. The dif
She ran through the hallways, her eyes reddened and her heart heavy. Her entourage ran behind her calling out her name. “Princess Laylin, stop!” Berilla caught her arm and tried to drag her back, “Laylin, you can’t get swept away. I’ll ask them the details and bring you a report but let’s go now. You are forbidden to leave the palace!” A sob tore through her lips as Laylin shook her off and ran to the direction of the prison. When she reached there the guards blocked the door forbidding her entry. She took one glance at them before unsheathing a sword from her own escort who was behind her. A commotion broke out, as everyone took a step away from the hysterical princess. “Get out of my way!” She pointed the swords at them but none even budged a step. Scoffing, she turned the blade to point at her own neck. Several gasps followed a wave of anxiety. “Get out of my way this instance!” The guards now looked freaked out, if the Princess really took her life in front of the prison a
Laylin eyes fluttered open as an eerie peace surrounded her whole body. She felt empty yet too full to process anything else. The memories of the day before came to her in bits and pieces. As she felt she had exhausted all her tears, they still flooded her lids. “Ahh… Are you still mourning that wretched woman?” A sarcastic sneer startled her and she got up abruptly. Laylin's head snapped to her window where Sayon was sitting. She almost cried out in fright as the demoness hurried closer to her. “Don’t you dare come close or I’ll scream.” she urgently exclaimed, wincing when the cry made her head ring. Sayon, who also looked flabbergasted by the threat, scowled a moment later. “You think only you have tricks up your sleeves?” Sneering, she moved her hand and all her windows softly closed. “No one can hear us till we are in this room.” She smirked and came close to her bed. Laylin wasted no time in getting off the bed to head to the door. She hurriedly draped a shawl over her ni
Scarlet sat looking out of the window speechlessly. He had locked her up because according to him she had caused an unjustified uproar in the Imperial Palace but the truth was that his little bed-warmer wasn’t doing well and he needed someone to blame. She agonized at the humiliation she had to suffer. How was he any different from her previous tormentor? He just had an extended leash for her. She eyed the food on the tray. It would still taste bland to her and right now she wished to feel anything. With a sarcastic sneer, she flipped the table, startling her maid. Some sighed slowly, others just stared irritably and she understood each glare that fell at her. She must look pathetic to them. "How dare she?! How could she?!" She shouted and broke things. Her maids stood by looking, as she hurt herself. If they tried to stop her it would only get worse. Hazi entered the scene and a smirk emerged on his face before disappearing without a trace. The princess was totally out of it. H
With shaking hands, she stood in the corner holding two glasses and a drink. She was supposed to pour him a drink as the traditions stated. The King who did drink this festive drink presumably lived and ruled for a long time. Initially, only a woman of the Rakhbar Royal Family could pour it but Scarlet was on probation and Magny wasn’t formally married into the family. Behind her, were her two diligent maids, quizzically looking over her shoulder. “... Princess, do you need help?” Halo finally asked, confused by her stalling. Shaken out of her trance she passed them a curt smile. “Why are there no refreshments severed for the King? Go with Sami and arrange it now.” From the corner of her eyes, she saw them leave and took out the sachet from her bust. She sighed, having second thoughts. Her heart beat so fast she felt it could burst at any moment. Cold sweat broke out, making her feel suffocated. Could she do this to a person? Even if it was him, could she live having played with
Laylin leaped to stand on the railing too. The whole crowd was dead silent as Ambrose took an angry stride in her direction. It seemed Princess Scarlet realized the situation she was in. She staggered back several steps trying to flee but the man accompanying her held her by her shoulders from the back. In quick movements, he snatched the wolf's head from her hand and threw it on the floor. With a loud blaring shriek, it released fumes that consumed both of them. A heavy wave penetrated the air, sending them all flying away. Laylin collapsed on the King’s throne while others weren’t this lucky. Frantically, she leaped on her foot to see Ambrose standing there with a rustic spear struck in his abdomen. “Oh Lord,” she whispered, feeling the heavily disturbed natural auras in the air. Something malicious had entered the air and she felt the temperature had eerily dropped. She felt weak to her bones as if something was squeezed out of her. “What the hell is this thing to injure him l
'SLASH!' Laylin felt flustered for only a second before she alleviated his sword and dagger with her aura pointing right at his neck. One from behind the other from the front. “I’m in a bind right now. I’m sure God won’t punish me for killing an assailant.” She seemed like a veteran criminal going about her crimes as if they were justified. Her cynical mannerism chilled him to his bones. His lips parted as he eyed the daggers in the air. Laylin's palm was getting sweaty as the footsteps grew closer. She needed to run for her life. "I wonder, why you aren’t getting rid of me, in that case.” he hesitantly baited her. She pursed her lips, There was no way she could carry the King out of here on her own and there was no telling when her aura will wane away. She was surprised, it hadn’t already. She had never used her aura for anything more than warming her tea or her bath water. Laylin’s eyes widened in incredulity before she scoffed up at him. “I need you for manual labor but I c
“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