The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Since we were already going to the border tomorrow, Jerome decided to give us half a day off, allowing us to freely do whatever we wanted. I headed back to the army camp and filed an application for a leave. After that, I went to find Rufus in the royal palace.

As soon as I got to the palace, I was greeted by a busy scene.

Several servants politely addressed me, holding fresh flowers in their hands.

"Miss Todd, you're here. Prince Rufus is still in a meeting and hasn't come back yet."

"I see. I'll wait for him then. Thank you." I gave them a nod and left them to do their work.

The palace was lit brightly today and all the windows were wide open. Under the eave, an exquisite wind bell hung and swayed. Whenever a breeze rushed by, the bell made a pleasant sound that echoed through the bell.

I rocked the bell with my finger a couple times. Behind me, I noticed a dining cart pass by. It was stacked with freshly cleaned tableware and new scented candles. I assumed these were for the banquet tonight

I gladly offered my help, but the servants just looked at me strangely and refused, saying it was not appropriate for me to do such a thing and Rufus wouldn't be happy when he found out about it.

difficult for them anymore, I had to give up offering

quite a while, Rufus finally

he whisked me away into the walk-in closet and dressed

hand and stopped him. "Enough jewelries. This is just a meal." Rufus frowned at my remark and thought for a second. Finally, he put down

to cry or to laugh. I shed most of the shining things on me and then put a simple but elegant

and I headed to the banquet hall and welcomed the guests--Leonard and Edwin. Edwin looked like

him bald almost made me break down. Rufus

deep breath, hoping to

the DNA test, he decided to get a buzz cut. I couldn't do anything about it now. Leonard and Rufus talked to each other. Edwin

food absent-mindedly. My eyes then

Edwin hadn't touched his glass. I had to find a way to

raised my glass and attempted to toast with him. "Mr.

his knife down and smiled gently, bringing out his own bottle. "Sorry, but I'm actually allergic to alcohol. Do you mind if I toast

insides turn numb. How could I have not noticed he had a bottle

out his own small glass and filled it with the tea from his bottle. He then raised his glass and