The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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The dungeon had no windows, so I couldn't see the sun in the sky outside. I could only tell the time by the clock on the wall, ticking away idly. Pine incense was burning in the iron censer, dispelling the moist, dank air stench in the air.

While the room might've been dark and small, it was overall not that bad an environment. Even the guards outside were very polite with me.

All these things pointed to one thing: my father wanted to protect me.

Despite this, I wasn't allowed to go out or communicate with anyone.

I had no idea how Sylvia was doing. With every second that passed, I missed her more and more. It had only been a day since the last time we met. But I couldn't bear to be away from her and missed her so much.

In my frustration, I threw the paintbrush in my hand against the wall irritably. I couldn't remember how many times I had lost my patience in this dungeon. Before me was a canvass with a portrait of Sylvia smiling up at me.

I really wanted to storm out of here and take Sylvia away to a place where we could be alone. "It's only been a day and already you're restless! When Sylvia joins the army, she'll be away on missions. By then, it'll easily be weeks or months before you see her again," Omar complained, stirring restlessly in my mind.

I'd go with her," I replied

It seemed Omar was rendered speechless. "Do you have any idea what you look

Instead, I picked up the paintbrush from the floor and continued painting

disgust. "Pull yourself together! If you become king of this country, you'll have countless matters to attend to every

right, but I refused to listen to it. And why should I listen when all he had to say was that Sylvia would

the truth and you know this..." Despite its bold words, Omar's tone

hopelessly in love. I can't wait for the day Sylvia beats you

for Sylvia even more. I glanced at the clock on the wall and pushed

think you're doing, Rufus?" As I got on my feet, Omar got a little flustered. "Are you planning to escape this dungeon? Oh, no way. Just wait for Sylvia to save us!" Ignoring him, I called the

over by now.

Prince Rufus. The competition's over. Miss Todd performed well and

tugged upwards as a sense of pride rose from my heart. Of course she had won

Sylvia is just awesome!" Rufus, when you

scratched my head sheepishly. Omar's words were

as the sounds of weapons colliding. It sounded like someone was trying to break