The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Perhaps it was because of my imposing manner that the guards didn't dare to delay any longer. They stopped protesting and hurried to report this to Laura.

"As for you two, I need you to go to the forbidden forest and find a specific kind of poisonous snake. It's purple, about the length of a baby's arm, and there are green scales above its eyes. Cutting the tail of the snake and smashing it. It can detoxify the lycan king."

I turned to the two remaining two guards and ordered them to look for the snake Noreen had described. The two guards probably heard the rumor that the lycan king was dead, but the truth had been concealed. Now that they heard that the lycan king was still alive and there was even a cure, their eyes lit up and they hurried to the forbidden forest to look for the snake.

Meanwhile, I rushed inside the palace with Rufus as fast as I could.

Harry followed me in and asked worriedly, "Why don't you want to call the doctor? Prince Rufus looks really unwell..."

I carefully laid Rufus on the bed and pulled the quilt over him. Then I turned to look at Harry and said, "Like I said, I'll explain everything later. You should try to get some rest. I can tell you're exhausted. You haven't had proper sleep in days, am I right? Don't worry about Joanna. She'll be released from prison in a few days."

Harry's eyes darted from the unconscious Rufus in bed to me. "Are you sure you don't need my help?"

if

then. I'll go back first. Be

decided against insisting and quickly

to have just been awakened, looking both

Laura grabbed my hand

was lying in bed, unconscious. She rushed to his side in a panic and

room silently. Then I closed the door and

worry. "Sylvia, why

will be of no use to us. Can't you see? There are no wounds on Rufus' body." I lowered my eyes and tried to keep my breath steady. Even

disbelief. "Then why is there blood on his collar? There's also some blood at the corners of his mouth. Is it an internal

to gather my bearings. "I suppose you could call it that, but

looked up at me expectantly, waiting for me to explain. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

is cursed," I said through gritted teeth, clenching my fists so

into the chair, as though her soul had left her body. "Cursed?