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.

hemline with one hand and counted

to come up with a way to take

to run, this dress would weigh me

reflection in the mirror, I caught a glimpse of a crevice in the wall. It was a hidden

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

carefully poked my head in and saw that inside was a floor-to-ceiling

toes kicking the heavy hemline of my

table. Curious, I pulled open a

more and found that the wardrobe was full of clothes of

so many beautiful dresses!" Yana exclaimed excitedly. "Sylvia, I

reached for the

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

be a proper dress after all,

excited. "Let's see if there's anything else! Why don't you