“You’re so enchanting, it’s driving me crazy to know you are mine,” he whispered to her. She bit her lips, forcing herself to not make a sound. She just needed to endure it, her racing heart, her overwhelming urge to cry in his arm. She just needed to endure and it will be over soon enough. She wasn’t new to his body but somehow he felt closer than skin deep today. She was desperate and scared and it made her irrationally possessive. It was the fear that her sway will be lost once the new Queen is crowned and there will another woman he will lose himself in... And so she tried to turn away from him, and caught sight of the wall paneling on the side instead. She kept her eyes trained on it as she heard the ruffling of clothes and felt Ambrose’s warm body close to hers. She squeezed her eyes shut whenever he’d brush up against her sensitive spots either intentionally or not. He was baiting her to look. ‘Out of sight, out of mind.' In Ambrose’s eyes, she was absolutely perfect. The
She faintly wondered if she dreamed that musical laugh of his as she drifted into a dreamless sleep. Once Ambrose was content she was fully clean, he tossed the used cloth into the silver basin, before tucking himself behind Laylin, and hugged her back to his chest. It was crystal clear to him that he’d left marks against her smooth skin. He opted out of covering them with a blanket, wanting to admire her body some more as the warmth from the fireplace adequately kept the biting cold away. She was sleeping soundly in his arms, and he couldn’t help but admire the hickeys left on her body. They had been fading since, and he made sure to mark the same spots as before, all hidden under her clothes. She shuddered when a strong gust of wind breezed past them, before snuggling closer into him, letting out a satisfied smile as he tightened his arms around her. Still, she remained asleep. Ambrose continued to pat her, rubbing some friction on her skin whenever she’d shiver, and smiled to h
Her breathing grew ragged, but she held herself back so Ambrose who stepped closer to her can’t see why she was reacting in such a way. She tried to look away from him, but he’d grasped her chin and made her look up, searching her for an answer. He wanted to see if it fazed her. He wanted to see if she cared for the little trinket he had treasured like a stupid boy. Feeling conflicted, she swiftly shut the box and handed it back to him. Ambrose’s eyes narrowed at that action, but he remained silent, not taking it back. “No matter how I see it, it will be well-treasured only if you hand it to your ‘Queen’.” she had spat back at him, holding her chin up high as she glared up at him, “People will ridicule me anyway if I were to go around wearing something extravagant.” she told him, “In the end, it will only catch dust in my cupboard .” Memories of her days in Ehan when she indulged in her appearance every day rushed to her. She had been so happy when just innocently watched birds pla
“Scarlet, don’t let Ivan doubt you,” he held her gaze, hoping she will understand he was only saying this for her to keep their heads, “And don’t try to provoke His Majesty anymore, you will be beheaded before you could even stand against him.” She nodded and he sighed in relief. He couldn’t help but laugh dryly at himself at how pathetic he was becoming. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t ever forget his longing for the woman he loved. And as she couldn’t ever be forgotten, his revenge can’t be too. He didn’t care if had to use a delusional ungrateful Princess for it. Initially, he had patiently waited to tear his political foundation brick by brick and then take his chosen once he marked one appeared, but that is when got to know about that method. The King would mourn losing the throne he had worked for all his life more than his marked chosen. He was lost and that is when he stumbled on this secret Princess Scarlet was keeping. The falcon came to him. “Don’t do what you did to Laylin
“Is that woman really Lady Salim’s maid? She doesn’t look like one.” Laylin was confused at the young pretty girl. Noble, engaged or married women, never appointed girls like her lest their men become infatuated. Berilla laughed, shaking her head. “That is Navier, a witch whose gift is manipulating minds so Lady Salim ‘thinks’ she is her trusted maid.” She explained gleefully, “Unfortunately though it doesn’t work on strong-minded people. If it did, we could just manipulate Agatha to leave on her own accord.” she pointed out. Laylin absentmindedly nodded her head. “I have never seen things like this happening. Unsurprisingly, my knowledge is limited and flawed.” she said, looking down at her indifferently, “Is that bowl looking from the eyes of Navier?” Berilla regarded her carefully for a moment, before giving a small smile. “You are good with the toughest parts. The theories are frameworks for summoning aura but your body seems to play it by ear. You are a genius.” she then turn
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
“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