The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

My eyes widened in shock and my heart palpitated rapidly yet I could hear every individual beat echoing in my head. As the thought of what was about to happen formed in my head, I stood up abruptly, but it was too late. The movie screen slowly went up revealing the stage, and the lights came on.

Rufus, standing gracefully with flowers in his arms, appeared in the center of the stage. His deep-set, affectionate eyes were capable of making people fall in love with him at first sight.

My mind raced and my breathing was in a frantic state. In truth, the surprise Rufus had arranged for me brought only panic and no joy to my heart. I could tell that he was going to propose to me.

I knew that he had been wanting to propose to me for a while now, but he couldn't find the right time and opportunity.

However, I thought that the proposal would be delayed and I didn't think he would take action so suddenly.

I couldn't accept his proposal, and even though I knew it would break his heart, I had to find a way to get out of there as soon as possible.

racked my brain, searching for ways to stall

internally, Rufus started walking towards me, like a knight in shining armor. I found myself at a complete loss for words and my

would have thrown myself on him and kissed him in front of everyone. I wanted to tell him

swallowed to moisten my dry throat as mixed feelings lingered in my heart. I took a step forward and just as I opened my mouth to greet him,

and looked at the people standing behind me in surprise. Not only Harry and Joanna were here, but also Ethan and Laura were present. Even some of my friends and acquaintances

my bafflement, even Blair, who I had parted with at the gate of the palace hours ago was standing there,

slowly split apart, revealing

the boundless night sky, warmly celebrating this touching

and handsome than I thought was possible. Everything felt like a beautiful dream to me. As he smiled radiantly at me from

such a dream-like experience that he had fabricated for me.

and other people's applause came to

long and thick eyelashes fluttered and his prominent nose gently rubbed against my skin, like feathers brushing across my heart. It was the most common hand-kissing, but he

on one knee and