The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

"Did you bring your medicine?" Rufus asked in a low voice without raising his head.

"It's in my coat pocket," I quickly answered. Rufus must be in a bad mood at the moment because he didn't look at me and his face was gloomy.

He silently took the tube of ointment out of my coat pocket and rubbed the bruises on my leg.

I couldn't help crying out in pain. But I quickly covered my mouth with my hand to restrain myself from making too much noise, not daring to look at him.

"Just endure the pain because the bruises must be rubbed. Otherwise, it will take longer to recover," Rufus said in a plain voice, but he reduced the force in his hands.

I stared at his downcast face and couldn't help but wonder, 'Is he worried about me?'

having a crush on the prince again," Yana started teasing

go to sleep," I said crossly. I didn't know why she often spoke in

endure the extreme pain when fighting. But how can she be so weak and fragile in

nagging. And her every word was connoting something. This made me feel ashamed and angry, so I quickly blocked her voice and pretended not to hear her. "I'm sorry,"

him and blinked my eyes.

sorry. I didn't realize that you were injured. I shouldn't

every word clearly. He looked very depressed, like

I said softly. If only I could, I really wanted to pat his head. But the fact that he was a prince stopped me from doing it. Rufus didn't answer me. He looked even more depressed, which made me feel sorrier for

hid my injury from you, and I agreed to

for a long time. "Forget about this dance lesson. Your leg is

this, I got anxious at once. "No, I want to learn how to dance. I'm not forcing myself. I can practice. I can do

want you to practice anymore," Rufus said, looking up at

hot. I knew that I was blushing, so I quickly looked away. It must be because the light was