The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

After the door was locked again, I quickly took out a match and lit up the candle. Then I looked at the clock on the wall.

It was already five-forty in the afternoon, so there were still more than two hours left before the so-called dinner.

A whole day had passed. I wondered what Rufus and the others were up to.

With the feeble candlelight, I began to look around the room. It was more luxurious than I thought. But it was relatively empty. There was nothing else in the room other than the shelf at the head of the bed covered with dolls.

I picked up a doll and looked at it closely. Perhaps this room used to belong to a young girl. Just then, I noticed that there was a large mirror in the room. To my surprise, I was wearing a medieval-looking purple dress. The hemline of the dress was very fluffy, with layers of lace trim on it, and the sleeves were decorated with small, delicate pearls. What surprised me even more was my hair-it was permed curly and hung gently on my shoulders.

I fiddled with the wisteria necklace around my neck, feeling a little strange.

No wonder I felt so heavy just now.

up the hemline with one hand and counted the lace. There were

and tried to come

to run, this dress would

mirror, I caught a glimpse of a crevice in the wall.

candle close to it and gently pushed it. The hidden door

carefully poked my head in and saw that inside was a floor-to-ceiling wardrobe. It seemed that

carefully, my toes kicking

complete. There was even a vanity table. Curious, I pulled open a drawer and found nothing

was full of clothes of the same

dresses!" Yana exclaimed excitedly. "Sylvia, I want to see that pink one up

humored her and reached for the

at it, my cheeks flushed a bright red and I quickly

turned out to not be a proper dress

Why don't you wear something like this and show