All Chapters of Enslaved Princess of the Lycan King: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

SERAFINA Dahlia was willing to talk today and even if it was about the man I loathed the most, I was willing to listen to what eve she had to say to and I might as well ask more questions. Ones that I had been asking for so long without an answer. "So uh, how did the relationship between you and Zahir begin?" A small smile lifted the corner of her lips upon hearing the question and then she spoke, "Back then, when Zahir was just a child, and I was imprisoned in the dungeons," she began, "it was a time of darkness and despair. I had been accused of adultery by my own husband, and my fate was marked for execution. However, the conquest of the Lycan Kingdom brought with it a delay in my execution."I listened intently, my curiosity piqued, as she unraveled the story. "His cell was next to mine, iron bars had been the only thing that separated the both of us. He rarely spoke, but he showed kindness in the most unexpected ways." she added. "Zahir shared a cell with the ailing king of th

SERAFINA I woke up the next morning, yawning as I sat atop the bed. I had stretched my arms as I yawned, but I hadn't felt any strain nor pain. My brows furrowed in shock, I moved my legs on the bed and stretched my arms again yet no pain as well.The potion worked that fast?I took off the blanket from my body and hopped off the bed. I was surprised to see that I actually could get down from the bed without help or without feeling my muscles cramp.I walked over to the mirror, looking at my reflection and seeing how my face was no longer paled but was now rejuvenated with life. I lifted my night dress and was even more surprised to see that the scars on my body had also healed, leaving behind only faint scars.My eyes widened as I traced my fingers around the scarred skin—they were truly healed and I felt no pain at all. My widened eyes squinted as I narrowed my brows in bewilderment. The strength of the potion was quite unusual.Just then, I heard a knock on the door and the creak o

SERAFINAI had to see it for myself and I couldn't turn down the offer of a good gossip. So, I followed Hera to the king's throne room, keeping to the shadows, making sure I was unseen as I eavesdropped.I listened as their voices floated through the slightly ajar door. Hera's attempts to gain the king's attention, his indifference, and their heated exchange. And then, the question that caught my attention: "Did you sleep with Serafina?"A shiver of satisfaction ran down my spine as I heard Zahir's silence, the unspoken confirmation. It was a small victory, but one that meant the world to me.Well, before Hera could leave the throne room, I had to go back to my room so she wouldn't see me. I couldn't even contain the laughter that to up within me as I walked down the hallway. I felt fulfilled and more determined than ever.Hera's vulnerability when it came to matters concerning the king was crystal clear. It was her weakness, her Achilles' heel, and I was ready to exploit it to the fu

SERAFINA The day of the festival had arrived, and to be honest, I was a very bad mix of excitement and anxiety. Two parallel feelings, I know, but I tried my best to suppress the anxiety and focus on the excitement. Doing so, I decided to do some last minute check-ins just so that everything was in place and simply….well, perfect. I was dishing out orders to the maids and workers scurrying about as they decorated the grand courtyard of the palace. "Make sure those banners are hung straight," I instructed one of the workers, "And please, be careful with those delicate vases." I said and he nodded in affirm, moving on to do what I had told him. Everything had to be perfect. I had poured my heart and soul into planning this festival, wanting it to be a memorable and joyous occasion for everyone. Yet, despite my confidence on the surface, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of my mind.What if I ruined it? What if my efforts weren't enough to make up for the years of neglect this fes

ZAHIRHer hands wrapped around me tightly, much to my surprise. It was Serafina. The suddenness of her body against mine made me flinch for a moment as I had not expected that it was her. Looking down, I saw the familiar ebony haired woman clinging tight unto me.Well, I was here because of her anyways. I wanted to see what she had planned out, what she had in store to show case. I was honestly so curious about what she was so keen about making sure it happened. However, Steven had told me that he had heard that majority of the humans weren't bothering themselves to attend. He had said that they were reluctant to come because it was organized by the human princess. And I perfectly understand the perspective they were coming from. This was the human princess, as in the princess from the race that enslaved them, of course they wouldn't attend. And I knew this was exactly how everything was going to play out, but I didn't want to crush her spirits—she would take my advice as insult, so