The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I scoured through my phone and dialed Maya's number. Drawing a deep sigh, I explained that I was fine and ready to go back.

I could almost hear her relief over the phone, and she told me that she would be waiting for me at the gate of the palace.

I echoed the relief that Maya felt with a sigh, wiped the sweat on my forehead and hung up the phone.

A chuckle escaped Blair, who was standing next to me with his signature smirk. He walked away just when I parted my lips for a question, leaving me wondering what he found amusing.

My brows furrowed. It seemed to me that Blair was getting weirder as days passed by. The flower that was cultivated and nourished by Noreen's blood might lift the curse on him, but sometimes it also seemed to change him into an entirely different person.

We did not have to walk for long before the gate of the palace came into view, and I saw Maya running over from a long distance. As she neared us, she registered Blair's presence and granted him a surprised look.

him on the

Instead, she greeted Blair before winking at me and coupling it with a mysterious smile. What could have gotten into

what her expression meant, her hands found my arms, and she pulled me away until we found ourselves treading the path all the way to a small and exquisite palace. As we closed in on the palace, I could make out a rough estimation of a dozen maids waiting for our arrival. The second

my face. Amidst the orchestrated chaos, I grabbed Maya and asked, "What are they doing? Is there a dinner party tonight?' Maya covered her mouth, but it didn't stifle her giggles. I didn't take any offense about her amusement at my unawareness; instead

if I wasn't dragged around enough for today, I was again yanked and led to the dressing room, in courtesy of the maids. The flashbacks of when I first came to the palace to attend the banquet swamped me Probably because I was in the delicate stages of pregnancy, the maids

on me and lost in thought. It was beautiful, but the style was too sweet-almost intimate, in fact, that I imagined it to be worn on a date and a little inappropriate for a serious dinner party. I was

Maya, but I knew my questions were meant to be unhatched as she faced me with a mysterious smile and repeated, "Miss Todd, you'll

wouldn't ask. I would know by then anyway, as Maya delightfully emphasized so. One maid ironed the little ruffle on my dress, while the other made sure that everything was set before Maya hauled me out of the dressing room and ushered me to a place with a neofuturistic architectural style. The layout and decoration there were modern and scientific. The grandness this place held still hadn't ceased to make me stop on my tracks and take in its

the notion that there was such a place in the royal palace. It was like the enchanting beauty from the middle ages and avant-garde robots from modern society were thrown together in one

hall. As if to keep

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how I thought she was behaving-I didn't ask any more. I appeased my mind on the thought that Rufus must want to have a date. That romantic guy always surprised me, and it