The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

The look on Harry's countenance spawned what might have been a chortle from my throat. How amusing! It seemed as though blood was drained from his face, leaving only a soft trail of paleness. "I assure you, Harry. Your eyes aren't deceiving you; I'm real."

My voice seemed to pull his senses back on ground. With haste and reluctance struggling whichever would surface, he rushed to me and eyed me carefully. He exclaimed, "Sylvia! I can't believe you're alive! But-well, this is good news!" "Why do I hear a hint of disappointment from your tone that I didn't die?" I narrowed my eyes at him as I teased to lighten up the atmosphere. The bewilderment was momentarily lost as Harry rolled his eyes in return. "Who said anything about me wanting you to die? If any, it was you who scared me to death!"

Only then did I closely see how swollen his eyes were. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that his eyes were stung by bees. I mused, "I remember how your eyes give you away whenever you cry buckets of tears."

Harry lifted his hands to hide his eyes from my view and tried to defend himself, "Who cried? My eyes are like this because I slept in!"

A chuckle broke out of Joanna's lips as she snitched on Harry. She was not at all trying to be subtle about it either. "He sure took his time in prison crying his heart out. I couldn't even do anything to make him stop." She shrugged her shoulders." Well, I tried." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

only cried for a short while." The blood that left Harry's face rushed back and painted his embarrassed face with a tinge of scarlet. He averted his gaze towards somewhere else, neither landing on

stole a glance at

eyes as a ghost

my apology to

through the expressions that swayed across my face before cautiously asking, "Sylvia, is something the matter? Are you hiding something from us? From the looks of it, it seems something's bothering you. You and the queen must have orchestrated the events that unfolded. If my guess is right, it has something to do with Prince Rufus in a coma. Otherwise, you wouldn't have chosen to ruin your life if you're left with many other choices. Your goal is to leave the capital city, so that everyone would condemn you, which makes it

me by his

to tell Harry-much less to let him know about the truth. I just wanted to leave and exit from their lives with them thinking that it was all my faul as their last memory of me. But when I saw how

get his point, Sylvia. If you're having a hard time, just tell

both, hesitation replaced my guilt before I decided that they had to know everything, including the black thorns. I told them what I knew, not leaving out a

lips. None of us knew what to say, as if we were feeling each other out. Both Harry and Joanna had their eyebrows furrowed, looking

that Noreen is dead and Rufus is safe, we won't have anything left to worry about in the future. I can rest assured and leave now and bring with