His Witchy Mate

I nodded in agreement, a smile playing on my lips. His nod was my signal, and I gently straightened up, allowing Bryan and Ena to continue their task of setting up the tent.

As I settled in, Ena’s continued glare was impossible to ignore, but I chose to brush it off. My powers might have been gone, but I was not powerless – I could still use my brains and determination to face any challenge that came my way.

The picnic finally shifted into full swing, and we each sat at our respective round tables, selecting dishes from the variety before us. The silence was broken when Ena decided to speak up, her voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.

“I wonder if you would have rushed over if it was me who was hurt,” she remarked, her gaze directed at Lucian.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

His response was quick, and his words held a blend of seriousness and jest. “I wouldn’t have rushed over for nothing. Alicia is under my protection as her leader and because she’s also my personal maid. After all, who would prepare my favorite meals? Certainly not you, considering your cooking skills.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I listened to their playful exchange. The tension from earlier seemed to be replaced by a more lighthearted atmosphere, and for a moment, it felt like we were simply friends enjoying a picnic. However, beneath the surface, I couldn’t ignore the flow of forces that were shifting and evolving.

Ena’s eye roll was met with Lucian’s calm and slightly amused response. The tension in the air was obvious, like a storm gathering beneath the surface. I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable in the exchange, but Bryan’s continued amusement was evident, his smile growing wider by the moment.

Ena’s abrupt declaration of losing her appetite and her hasty exit only added to the strained atmosphere. It was clear that her patience had reached its limits, and she left the scene, her footsteps echoing her annoyance.

Bryan’s amusement seemed to intensify, and I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, finding the whole situation slightly amusing and yet complex.

The journey back to the palace was boring, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of exhaustion and amusement. As soon as we arrived, I made my way to my room, doing the familiar action of putting on my invisible maid uniform, even though it was no longer necessary. It was a habit that had become second nature to me, a reminder of the past that I couldn’t quite let go of.

I entered my room and stretched, feeling the fatigue from the day’s events settling in. A sudden thought struck me, I wanted to read the book. The idea of engrossing myself in a book sounded appealing, and I remembered the palace had a library. With a newfound excitement, I left my room and headed towards the library.

As I walked, a soft tune escaped my lips in a soft hum. The palace library was in a state of chaos, as if it had been forgotten over time. Cobwebs hung in corners, obscuring the path to the bookshelves. Determined to bring some life back to the forgotten space, I began clearing away the cobwebs and dust, a sense of purpose filling me.

Memories of the past flooded my mind – the times when I used to sneak into the library with Lucian. We had shared moments of curiosity and adventure, exploring the world through the pages of books. I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered those carefree days, feeling a pang of nostalgia for the innocence and energy I had possessed back then.

With the cobwebs cleared, I finally reached the bookshelves, running my fingers along the spines of the books. I selected one that caught my interest, a story of fantasy and intrigue. As I settled into a comfortable chair, surrounded by the scent of old books and the soft rustling of pages, I allowed myself to get lost in the world of the story.

As I read, I found myself reflecting on the events of the day – the tension, the amusement, and the shifting dynamics between the individuals in the palace. I wondered about Ena’s outburst and the complex undercurrents that seemed to define the relationships here. It was a world of intrigue and complication, much like the stories I was so fond of reading.

Lost in my thoughts and the pages of the book, I found a sense of solace in the library, a place where stories from the past intertwined with the present, and where I could momentarily escape the complexities of my own reality.

The quiet atmosphere of the library wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. Mira’s words echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her enthusiasm for spending days among the books. It was as if the library itself had a soothing aura, a place where time seemed to slow down, allowing one to get lost in the pages of countless stories.

As I looked around the serene environment, I chuckled to myself, thinking about the amusing interactions between Lucian and Bryan. Their interactions were like a dance, a battle of wits and emotions that played out subtly yet intriguingly. I had never expected my feelings for Lucian to resurface, and the realization both surprised and unsettled me. I knew I had to play it cool, to resist his advances, and I couldn’t help but grin mischievously as I thought about using Bryan as a tool in this little game.

Suppressing my laughter, I continued to move through the library, dusting off the shelves and chairs. I wanted everything to be perfect, even in this forgotten corner of the palace. The library held a sense of mystery, of untold stories waiting to be discovered. It was a sanctuary of knowledge, a place where I could lose myself in words and imagination.

My thoughts wandered as I perused the shelves, seeking a book that would captivate my interest. I wanted something different, something that would take me on a journey beyond my own reality. And then, a book with black and gold edges caught my eye. Its title, “The Witches Spell Book,” intrigued and terrified me all at once. I hesitated, glancing around to make sure no one was watching before pulling the book from the shelf.