All Chapters of The Lycan King's Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The fact was he hadn’t come to terms with the fact that the Princess was a witch who had just wreaked havoc in the palace. It took less than a day to change everything he knew to be rigid fallacy. The ever-perfect and revered Princess of Ehan, who without even a title intimidated the court of Beast, now looked like a manic. She shook roughly the arms of an unconscious, rugged man in bed as she shouted at him. The Princess had Bloodshot eyes, and the stress on her face was more prominent than he remembered it to be last night. Even the clothes she had on were loose and crinkled. It was unbelievable even when he saw her state with his own eyes. The immaculate Princess looked wrecked and homeless. In the most modest words, she looked pathetic. “Don’t do this, Princess! You are only disturbing him further! You think your shaking will wake him from a comma?” Esmer, who was now by her side, protested as she gripped the young Princess’s wrists to prevent her from shaking the King roughly

Just when the shocked Rurik and Esmer were about to deter the Princess from going on a suicide mission and dragging them along, their eyes popped out of their sockets. As all of them weren’t human, they could hear the heartbeat of the king. Mostly because of the eerie silence around them. The congested room made it obvious when his slow breaths seized and faint heartbeats came to a stop. “No…” The princess heart was the first to shatter and crumble. “No… No! It can’t you be. No, he’s fine…” The Princess was losing it was mumbling to herself like she was totally out of it... Esmer came forward to drag the Princess away when her eyes fell on the King and froze. She looked up at Rurik was also starring at the man laying in horror. “Princess, look!” Esmer exclaimed but Laylin was too lost in her vulnerable mumbles that it seemed she had dived into her own in fear of reality. “Princess!” She was dead to their cries and seemed she was totally out if it. Feeling lost, Esmer grabbed he

Esmer's face reflected the seriousness of the situation, “Sansy is furious at you. He has sent several search parties to capture you alive. His face is disfigured by your attack while you were on the run… the damage was pretty bad, he was unconscious until now. And… reports of monster sightings had been circulating since the morning.” Laylin felt her breath hitch, now that she was able to think her previous stunts were outrageous. Her heart, though, was empty, like a barren grieving desert. Then a thought struck her, “…What of Princess Scarlet? How does she fare?” Esmer frowned at her strange question. It was strange but till now her thoughts hadn’t drifted even once to the welfare of the Princess who was the catalyst of this whole charade. She could bet it was the same with everyone in the whole nation. Esmer picked the bird in her palm and asked while stroking its back, “Little Birdie, did you perhaps see the Princess of Rakhbar?” ‘CHRIP?’ The titmouse tilted his head like he w

“...Princess, have you considered your feeling for the King may just be the effect of the bond he had imposed on you?” After several minutes of silence, Esmer finally asked the question that had been weighing in her mind. “Perhaps what you call love, might just be your attachment to the first person of the opposite sex you have known this close?” Laylin's eyes widened momentarily as she turned to look at the witch beside her, before quickly returning her gaze forward., “That must depend on what your definition of love is." She smiled, one that didn't reach her eyes. "I certainly don’t hate him and the thought of him leaving me alone punctured my heart with a dagger. Would you call this love?” Esmer's eyes sharpened distastefully, “That must be the bond that clouds your judgment. Why would you even bother with a man who was bringing in a Queen to suppress you?” The witch asked him incredulously. Seriously, she was pissed. The Princess behaved like her very honorable husband was in

Laylin’s own heart was bursting from the horrifying thrill of the stunt she just did and she really didn’t another set of mouth to tell her what she did was moronic. But the fact was that she couldn’t help it at all. The strongest emotion she had ever felt in her life was guilt when her father’s concubines would bribe her tutors to hit her servant whenever she made a mistake. It was a trauma. Fear of guilt. Even at the tender age of six she would tremble and vomit watching their wounds and would study till her hands were bruised or she had dark bags under her eyes just so she could save them from a beating. It was not an unheard practice. Many nobles chose this gruesome method to educate their children and as a result, their children would become insensitive. But Laylin was a very emotional child, more so because her entourage consisted of witches and rejects of society like her. She craned her neck and scoffed at the witch, “I’m surprised by how you try to act casual with me when