The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

On the way back, I was nervous and shaking all over. The proud prince didn't say anything to me. He just kept his lips pursed and kicked the door to his room open, leading me to the bed.

I looked vigilantly at him and then turned away quickly, realizing he made me feel uneasy. He was difficult to read. I couldn't quite figure out why he was doing this.

"Go and fetch a set of women's clothes and some food as well." Rufus commanded the servant.

"I'm not hungry!" I blurted out. I didn't want to cause a fuss. Besides, there was also an old saying that prisoners would be fed well only when they were on death row. "No, but I am," Rufus replied without even looking at me. He walked over to the couch and sat down.

"Oh... Okay." My voice was small. I was so embarrassed with myself that I wanted nothing more than to be invisible right now.

The servant returned not so long after with clothes, saving me from the awkward situation.

With the clothes in my hands, I hesitantly looked at Rufus, who was still sitting on the couch.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep. But he was still in the room. How could I change my clothes? "Um, are you..." I asked nervously.

My voice was only as loud as a whisper, but he heard it clearly. Opening his eyes, he glanced at me and stood up. "Call me when you're done changing." "Okay." I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't insist on staying inside while I changed.

Once he stepped out of the room, I unfolded the clothing and saw that it was a dark purple dress. It was well-made and of great quality, but I noticed that there seemed to be a slit along the leg that might have been too revealing. Grumbling to myself, I put it on anyway.

Not only was the slit very high up on my leg, but the dress was also tightly hugging my body. My waist and chest looked too emphasized, which made me uncomfortable and want to pull it loose.

This dress made me feel awkward.

on how to show myself to him looking

Rufus' POV:

tonight. I stood outside the room quietly and stared at

room alone and suffer in madness. Instead, I was

at the guards who were guarding

I was really alone in

like a long time, but Sylvia still hadn't

door. "Are you done changing

voice came from inside. She sounded a

I met a pair of clear eyes as the door swung open. But Sylvia didn't dare to

behind the door, as if shielding herself with it. She was wearing a long, dark purple dress that fit her just right. Her fair skin seemed to glow under the moonlight. No wonder Shawn

meekly and tugged at her dress. Obviously, she was

and walked right to the

me. For some inexplicable reason, this

the spot next to

hesitantly before slowly sitting down

you shaking? Why can'tyou look

Sylvia looked up. "No, it's

to apply medicine on some

clenched her fists and took a deep breath, pretending to appear calm. "Don't move. I'm going to treat your wounds and bruises," I said