A hush fell among the court ladies. Some of them were scared, some exasperated while some were just forced to be here.
The female lycans were immaculately civilized with poise and elegance. Since their genes weakened and not many could shift, the Lycans had progressed in culture and economics to compensate for their disappearing superior genes.
But try as they might, they couldn't leave humans behind as humans had centuries over them.
A lady who couldn’t stand the eerie silence finally huffed out: “Lady Magny, I say, it’s futile.” She turned to the ladies who gave her the attention she sought, “Imperial etiquette aside, who are we even going to pay respect to? A lump of rotten meat? I can’t believe Princess Scarlet would belittle us this way!” Her agitation made her whinier than she already was.
Magny gritted her teeth to stop them from chattering. Greeting the first lady to enter the King's chamber was a tradition. But! All of them have heard what tragedy had taken place yesterday but Princess Scarlet enjoyed such a dirty power play.
Magny fisted her trembling hands. She had woken up to screams this morning. Her maids were screaming over several dead bodies dumped in her garden. It took her a moment to recognize her loyal servant, who she had planted in the palace to get rid of the Princess of Ehan. The others were the maids she had bribed.
'Princess Scarlet did it! She was threatening me.'
The plan was flawless, she got rid of the Princess of Ehan by the hands of the King, conveniently. Sacrifices need to be made for greatness and she will bring greatness to the Kingdom by giving the King heirs with Lycan blood.
Her family was known as one of the last clans of lycan that could shift so she just couldn't let just any woman enter his chamber before her.
The foreign Princess would have naturally been the King's first lady in his bed. She couldn't bear to see her great King's blood mixing with filthy humans. There was less chance of a child to be born between but she couldn't let the Royal blood be tainted.
So she had to die, the Princess of Ehan was just unlucky.
Another lady hummed, not seeing her darkened complexion, “I do sympathies for the Princess and I know the King's condition is not common knowledge but she was foolish enough to insist on having an audience with the King despite the resistance of servants…” She drawled languidly, meaningfully meeting others' eyes, “How are we even going to stomach that!”
Princess of Ehan had insisted on meeting the King despite servants' resistance was a rumor Magny had religiously spread behind the scenes to avoid suspicion.
Several moaned loudly, Lady Magny scrunched her eyes in irritation yet again. She didn't think she could look at the mauled body of the woman she had sent to her death yesterday.
She sighed. She felt a little bit guilty but she was satisfied inside. 'That lowly human deserved it for coveting the Lycan King!'
“Argh!” Another lady shuddered at the thought of paying her respects to a night-old corpse, “I don’t think I can watch and not be plagued with night terrors. Oh, wait... The King! He isn’t here, right?”
Magny rolled her eyes. The dark eclipse had passed. What were they even trying to be cautious of anymore? The King will return to his previous state now that the night is over.
It only happened once a year, on the night of the dark eclipse, when the King lost control of his lycan. His Lycan was too strong to be controlled. The former King used to unleash him on people, officials, or territories he wanted to clear out.
One young woman mulled over thoughtfully, “Well, the Chamberlain did say he left right after their first night... If you can call it that.” Some of them erupted in giggles while others tsked with mock sympathy.
“Poor Princess, her greed got her. If only she waited another day before trying to seduce our King.”
Magny had had enough of their chatter and asserted her dominance, “Enough! It’s a sick joke. Have respect for the dead.” A sick pride swelled her chest when all the ladies drew their eyes to the floor.
Great. This is how it should be. She craned her neck higher and admonished, “You’ll be wise to understand not to speak of this matter again. It can escalate to national war.”
Ashel, her only competition for the throne of Queen shrugged it off. “Well, she was a hostage Princess. What else are we to do? We will already have to compensate Ehan for her vile character! It’s not like she was even married to the King!” Magny barely held her pretentious smile at the absurdity.
Yes, Ehan will be jumping in joy at the opportunity. Who knows what the Old man is going to demand now that his eldest daughter is dead?
When the other ladies looked at Ashel incredulously, she exclaimed, “It’s true! Kin of my maid saw her being tended to last night. Her procession arrived later into the night and the eclipse was already peaking. She must have forced maids to They rushed her to the room right away. There was no ceremony!”
Lady Magny clenched her fist at the fool. It was, in fact, true: there’s no such thing as a perfect crime.
There will always be morons who slip past the cracks. “Don’t be ridiculous, ladies! She was just an unfortunate victim of ignorance or perhaps... it was the Foretold's curse.” She glared at them with each word.
The word "foretold" shut all of them up, even when there was hardly any relevance to the subject.
"As if?" Ashel fanned herself. "It's just an Old Wives tale. Why would you speak of such an ominous thing right before visiting the dead?"
They were almost at the front of the door now. “Regardless, we must empathize with her for unfortunate circumstances.”
She slammed the door open and every lady jumped back in horror at what lay before them.
.....
Laylin was awoken by a chatter filled with horror and ridicule. The unfamiliar women in the room endlessly spoke from behind the curtain that was drawn on the bed.
As they entered, cries of terror woke Laylin from her deadlike slumber.
I'm alive...
That is the only thing that registered for a while. If her memory served her right, she didn’t go down easy. Her heavy eyes fluttered with an effort to clear her hazy vision. She winced even after lifting her lashes from the throbbing headache.
An unforgiving bright light indicated it was past 12. For a second she just lay there, trying to make sense of where she was. Her eyes landed on the wide window she had seen the Beast climb out of...
A scream had Laylin scrunching her eyes with a headache, “Ahh Lord!” The other women followed suit and gasped “What a horrible sight the night had painted. Poor Princess!”
Several exclamations later, her head couldn’t take it any longer. The fluttering of the curtains gave the Court Ladies a view of the Princess laying on the bed.
With gasps of wonder, they stumbled back. None of the proud lycans had expected the tribute to be such a beauty. One went as far as to mutter under her breath. “Good riddance.”
With cautious hesitation, Magny pulled away the curtain. What lay there, bloodied and distressed, couldn’t be anything but an angel. Exquisite to the point, eyes couldn’t waver away from the woman. A voluptuous body as such, even in tattered rags, could incite one to gulp.
“A shame, indeed.” Mumbling, she tried to go near when the celestial doll moved.
When yesterday night came back to her, Laylin anxiety made her rise up on the bed with a start. 'The King knew she was a witch! Are they here to execute her?!'
The Princess readied her aura to launch an attack but the next thing she knew: they were screaming, stumbling, and crawling upon each other as the bloody angel rose from the dead.
Laylin furrowed her brows in confusion. The ladies looked like anything but knights here to arrest her. Her throat was parched by the lycan's strangling her last night and she felt like she couldn’t even muster a sentence past her lips.
“Wh-Who are yo-you…”
Sitting up with a desire to approach the women, she called out but their screeching screams consumed her weak whispers.
"I... need to escape..."
She fought hard against her consciousness but she slipped away once more.
Note:
Okay, so this is my outlook on Lycan society if their ability to shift would gradually become weaker.
FYI: These are Lycans and their hierarchy doesn't have ranks, Alpha, etc., or 'instincts' of a pack and protective feelings since their genes have become weak with time and are almost disappearing. They are powerful beings but only one out of a hundred can shape shift. The creature they shape-shift into is not a wolf but something like a humanoid beast.
They are highly civilized, with a perfect administration government. They don't have a concept of 'fated mate', but they do have a 'chosen', that they chose of their own volition.In another corner of the palace, a solitary female lycan bathed in the morning sunlight. Her nightgown indecently exposed much of her that even her robe couldn’t hide. She felt a headache coming. She fiddled with the slip of paper informing her Magny had disposed of all the bodies she had her assassins dump in her yard. Nothing here goes according to her will, the Ehan Princess was supposed to be her responsibility but now she is dead! The alliance was screwed, if a war occurs the King was going to have her head first. "That crazy bitch Magny... Argh!" Disposing of those spies was important because if it was known that under her jurisdiction such a thing had happened in the Inner Palace, the King will force her to hold responsibility and punish her. Clicking her tongue in irritation, she rang the bell to call her servants. “Bring Sansy here.” She ordered Hessy, her former nanny before she could report her arrival. With a bow, Hessy approached the violent sky hunter. She shivered
“Laylin… Laylin… Laylin…” He smirked as his servant hastily helped him in washing himself. He had heard of the whispers when he was bathing. News of Princess Laylin’s survival spread like wildfire in Arein, the capital of Rakhbar. It was quick in reaching Chamberlain Hazi in less than an hour of the Court Ladies' visit to the princess. He was a low-born, the only reason he was instated here was his ability to shift and the help he had given to the King to usurp the throne. He couldn’t help but scoff to himself, the Princess’s survival left a nasty taste in his mouth. He didn’t know, nor cared, why Ehan chose to send a Princess hostage instead of demanding a peace treaty. But this... “What a miracle you have performed!” He couldn’t help but shake his head smiling to himself. His servants cautiously worked, used to his weirdness. Bringing in the Ehanian Princess was no big deal. A no-name Princess living in the corner of this Grand Palace would have harmed no one, soon the world w
Laylin spent the past hour in disbelief. Every muscle in her body ached. The worst was her back that he had insistently banged against the wall but she felt numb. Laylin couldn’t find it in herself to put her guard down even as the sun began to set. 'Nobody is coming to arrest me.' She murmured. Trembling maids went about arranging the room and tending to her but it didn't seem like she was being arrested for being a witch. 'What the hell is happening? Why ae they not...' She would clutch the blanket tighter in incredulity. She shuddered as the servants fussed around her. Initially she freaked out when unfamiliar maids barged in to take her to another room but... She was sure of it now! 'Really, no one was coming to arrest her or burn her at the square. What happened then? Why is the King letting her be?' But the oddest thing was the Falcon that sat on the window with his sharp Hazel Green glare trained on her. It was an odd color for a bird of this kind. She tried to shoo it aw
Sitting under this extravagant parasol, the only thought that ran through her otherwise erratic mind was to escape this place alive. 'It's really been days and no one has come for her head...' But she wasn't able to meet her servants and doing it alone was impossible, especially with all these guards keeping eyes on her. “...Of course, I know that it's not easy to recall for you but my point is, that the King most likely will be here for you soon!” Princess Scarlet, who was sitting opposite her, insisted, “If it were any other man I wouldn't be cautious, but…” she trailed off, looking at Laylin who was intently staring at her cup of cold tea. Scarlet reached out and grasped her hand. She squeezed it in a comforting manner. Laylin tried to take her hand away but her grip was strong. “But it’s a King who ascended through a Coup, Laylin... if you don't tell me what happened I'll be too clueless to be of any help to you!” It was the best coaxing Scarlet could do, any more persuading
When all she did was dumbly stare at him while shaking with the fear of the eyes she would recognize anywhere. He was here to kill her! He must be. “Won't you say it?” he insisted. She just stared back in horror. “Why don't you take a seat, my dear fiance.” the King raised a brow at her unresponsiveness. Her mind went through all the terrors she had seen that unfortunate night and shook her head. "Ple-Please excuse my intrusion, Sire. I'll leave you to enjoy your evening." "I was expecting a more gutsy introduction." Despite his jab, she hurriedly performs a courtesy and side-stepped to leave. He knew she was a witch. He was here to end her! "Tsk." With a swish of wind, he was in front of her. She stumbled back frantically in her attempt to escape. He was quick to hold her by her jaw and throw her on the divan. "Weird. I remember telling you to sit, Laylin." Is he here to execute her because her cover as a witch was blown? Or was it because she had harmed his body that night? “
The next day when Ivan came with Princess Scarlet to look at the on-going reconstruction of the King's Palace, he couldn’t help but let out a low whistle at the sight of it. He looked around in awe, absolutely gobsmacked at just how much work needed to be done. "He's going all out. Do you reckon it had something to do with that little spitfire he's hiding under his wings?" Princess Scarlet sneered bitterly, still unable to swallow the humiliation, "Of course. It is like Laylin to exceed expectations." “I didn’t know King Ambrose would give a damn about anyone other than Sayon. Though I don't blame. The Princess is a sight for sour eyes.” Ivan remarked with faux sympathy, and Princess Scarlet felt some of the tension leave her as she sighed in resignation. “At least now Sayon will have a rival,” she scoffed, “The way he went off on m .ol e, you would expect I was keeping her captive! He should be thankful to me that she's alive!” she backtracked, and Ivan lightly held onto her el
Hessy quietly indicated to a maid to follow Laylin. Princess Scarlet smiled at her quick thinking. She bowed deeply towards Ivan, and moved to get past him, but stopped for a moment, looking back at him hesitantly. “I will be fine, General.” Princess Scarlet insisted once more, “I have a prior arrangement so if you will excuse me.” With his feeble nod, she left him behind. Princess Scarlet led her entourage through the halls of the palace and the garden. Some of her witches headed off to fetch errands for her. She watched as they moved around her. She was trying to quell any kind of suspicion the servants of the King's Palace might have. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Melissa waving her hand and she hummed, turning around to face her entourage. "Sansy is there with me so please excuse me." They all snapped their heads to look up at the creepy bird circling the sky and glowering at them from above. "But Princess, the protocol-" "Get going if you don't wish to be fired." She
"First Daughter of House Calanty, a high-ranking official and your biggest rival." As she said that she saw Laylin's body stiffening, "There's a way to men's hearts. Ambrose doesn't necessarily have to love you but he can't hate you if you wish to survive." Scarlet leaned closer to emphasize her point. "If you give him an heir, your position in the court will be steady." She fell back in her seat. "...An heir? Do you know what I saw that night? I'm scared even of the thought of being alone with him again." She shuddered but her heart thumped in excitement. Scarlet giggled, at Laylin's reddening cheeks, "For someone so uninterested, you sure are snooping a lot around him." Laylin rubbed her sweaty palms, looking away, "...I was asking to be aware." It was hard for her to think of the man she saw last night as the beast who had tried to feast on her... Scarlet pursed her lips: "Transforming in our lycan's form is painful and leaves you with aches for days. We are not allowed to shi
“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