Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 753 Romance

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. “I bumped into him on the way,” I explained.

Maya didn’t say anything in response to my statement. Instead, she greeted Blair before winking at me and coupling it with a mysterious smile. What could have gotten into her head?

Before I could figure out 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 I set foot inside, they started to help me dress up without saying anything. They looked like busy bees minus the buzzing, only the working.

I couldn’t have chosen any better way to show how confused I was than to crinkle up 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 I was just really confused. “Miss Todd, you’ll know, eventually.”

“No. You better give me a heads up, so that I can mentally prepare myself—”

As 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 didn’t prepare high heels for me. Even the fancy frock they clad me with was a slightly loose and off the shoulder dress.

I looked down at the sapphire blue dress 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 getting more curious.

I turned to ask 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 know, eventually.”

Well, hearing the exact same words again fall off her lips wasn’t what came to mind when I turned to her. Forget it. I 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 marvel as it took my breath away.

I scanned the hall curiously and had only come to my senses as I took in 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 mix. The place looked harmonious despite the contrast in style, but still creative.

I was still taking in the elaborate details of this newly found location as we made our way to the upper floors. The entire third floor was a movie hall. As if to keep her acting in secrecy in tow, Maya hurriedly drew me to sit down and arranged a lot of delicate desserts and tea for me, out of the delicacies waiting there.

“Prince Rufus is busy, but he’ll be here soon. While waiting, Miss Todd, you can watch a movie first.” Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

I nodded. Although it was strange—even stranger than 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 put a smile across my face.

It warmed and moved my heart. But when I thought of the curse and the thorn on his back, the sweet smile on my lips gradually turned bitter.

It would be better to just forget it and relax. There must be a way out.

I shifted on my seat as the starting movie grabbed my wandering mind, cutting my train of thoughts short. Maya left without disturbing me.

I just sat there watching the movie while waiting for Rufus. The film seemed to be about someone’s growth, but the plot was relatively boring. It had always been set on the first-person point of view of a military school student, like an ordinary video weblog of his daily life, and there was no conflict between the characters. It was more like a documentary than a movie, and I was becoming unappreciative.

My consciousness was gradually being pulled away from the activity that was supposed to entertain me. I tried as much as I could to keep myself awake, but my eyelids were getting heavier, tempting me to give in. When I was about to fall asleep, a familiar tall figure suddenly appeared in the movie.

My heart beat faster, adrenaline shooting a great amount of dosage into my blood vessels and forcing my lulled mind to be wide awake. At last, as if the man on the screen sensed that I was barely breathing, he turned around. It was Rufus with roses in his arms.

My hands found their way up—not knowing whether to cover my gaped mouth, or to rest them against my pounding chest. What a romantic surprise!