All Chapters of Enslaved Princess of the Lycan King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ZAHIR As we ventured deeper into the forest, the air grew thick with an otherworldly energy. The sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting ethereal patterns on the forest floor. I pressed forward, my guards following close behind, we treaded upon the moss-covered ground, our steps purposeful and determined.The sorceress had said to acquire the rare crystal, celestial herbs, and the tears of a sacred nymph. These were the crucial ingredients needed for the alleviation spell that could ward off the impending plague threatening my kingdom. These where ethereal items and could only be gotten deep into the forest, where the enchanted dwelt. You could feel the presences of greater forces and elememts, something beyond the realm of mortal understanding. The air carried a faint scent of divine essence, as if the very breath of ancient magic caressed my senses.My gaze scanned the surroundings, searching for any signs or clues that would lead us to our desired treasures. Th

SERAFINAAs the began to pour relentlessly, we sought refuge within the depths of the cave. It was the same cave at which the Cloaked Lycan and I stayed in, and having been in there for some time, I had memorized the interior quite a bit. I hurriedly scoured the cave, my eyes searching for a suitable spot to rest and wait out the storm. Finally, my gaze settled upon a large rock nestled against the cave wall. It seemed sturdy enough to provide us with some respite. I made my way towards the rock, my steps careful on the slippery ground. It seemed okay, and manageably comfortable as well. I turned around and faced Zahir, “Come, your majesty. Let us sit here.” I said to him, hoping that he would follow my lead. His hesitation was evident, his eyes guarded and distant. Nevertheless, he gave a reluctant sigh and complied, his presence towering beside me.We sat upon the rock, our figures huddled together. I could feel the tension radiating from him, why did he fear the rain so much?T

SERAFINA I led the way, running as fast as my legs could carry as I navigated the forest, finding my way back to where I had seen the bright light. In my heart, I silently wished that the nymphs were still there, or else I would end up making a fool of myself. Zahir would lash at me and may even punish me for leading them on to another fruitless result. So I really hoped and prayed that they were still there as the nymphs had a tendency to change their locations easily. After long minutes of running through the forest, I finally started to see the shades of light densely illuminating the path ahead. I knew that light. I breathed a sigh of relief as we were getting very close. Eventually, I got to the path where the great light originated from. The area was blocked with bushes and leaves extending from nearby trees, covering the entrance. I paused, turning back to face the rest of the entourage. "We have arrived. This is the place I saw the nymphs." I said and then I spun arou

HERAI stood by the windows in my quarters, leaning against the frame as I stared out into the space. My mind has been occupied with the same fucking thing for the past week: The King, Serafiana and their trip to the forest that for some reason, Zahir had not deemed fit to invite me to. The mere thought of King Zahir and Serafina going anywhere together filled me with immense and raw rage. I felt a pinching sting against my palms and I looked to my sides, seeing that I had been squeezing the curtain drapes so hard in frustration, I had not even realized. With an annoying grunt, I let go of the fabric and turned away from the windows, facing my mirror now and beholding the annoying scrunch I had on my face.What was even more annoying about the entirety of this ordeal was the fact that I had seen them together – yes, I had seen them. I followed them and secretly kept watch of the entourage as they made their way through the forest, looking for the items to avert the plague.I saw th

HERA Lord Timothee had signaled for one of the caregivers to bring one of those affected with the plague to us. As the caregiver aided the sick man’s step to us, I immediately used the hem of my cloak to cover my nose and mouth – I can't risk getting the disease. If Lord Timothee wanted to risk getting the illness, then that was his problem, not mine. The sick man was coughing profusely, he emitted thick mucus which the caregiver made sure he coughed into a container. His body was littered with red spots, his body was emaciated and all his bones outlined against his skin. He looked terrible. “Greeting, Lord Timothee.” The caregiver curseyed before us. She had not given me any special greeting because she probably didn't know who I was, as I had covered half of my face with the cloak. It was better like that though; I'd prefer she doesn't know my identity – I wouldn't want my name to be the fodder for their gossip.Lord Timothee took a cautious step backward and I followed suit,