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.

picked up the hemline with one hand and counted the

and tried to come up with a way to take

run, this dress would

a glimpse of a crevice in the

close to it and gently pushed it. The hidden door swung open, which

inside was a floor-to-ceiling wardrobe. It seemed that this

kicking the heavy hemline of my

I pulled open a drawer and found nothing but a

that the wardrobe was full of clothes of the same style as the dress I was

exclaimed excitedly. "Sylvia, I

and reached for

a better look at it, my cheeks flushed

not be a proper dress after all, but a pair of sexy

there's anything else! Why don't you wear something like