Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

 Rufus’ POV: 

The dungeon had no windows, so I couldn't see the sun in the sky outside.I could only tell the time by the clock on the wall, ticking away idly.

Pine incense was burning in the iron censer, dispelling the moist, dank air stench in the air.

While the room might've been dark and small, it was overall not that bad an environment.

Even the guards outside were very polite with me.

All these things pointed to one thing: my father wanted to protect me.

Despite this, I wasn't allowed to go out or communicate with anyone.I had no idea how Sylvia was doing.

With every second that passed, I missed her more and more.

It had only been a day since the last time we met.But I couldn't bear to be away from her and missed her so much.

In my frustration, I threw the paintbrush in my hand against the wall irritably.I couldn't remember how many times I had lost my patience in this dungeon.

Before me was a canvass with a portrait of Sylvia smiling up at me.I really wanted to storm out of here and take Sylvia away to a place where we could be alone.

"It's only been a day and already you're restless! When Sylvia joins the army, she'll be away on missions.By then, it'll easily be weeks or months before you see her again," Omar complained, stirring restlessly in my mind.

"In that case, I'd go with her," I replied lightly.

"But..."

seemed Omar

what you look

up the paintbrush from the floor and continued

Omar spat

to attend to every day.You won't have the time to pine for Sylvia.Plus, you're too clingy.Be careful or else she'll grow

in an ominous

right, but I refused to listen to it.And why should I listen when all he

truth and you

its bold words,

I think Sylvia's also clingy.You two

a sudden, Omar

can't wait for the day

my heart yearned for Sylvia even more.I glanced at the clock on the

do you think you're

my feet,

dungeon? Oh, no way.Just wait for

I called

selection competition should be over by now.What're the

Prince Rufus.The competition's over.Miss

as a sense of pride rose from

she had won first

seemed pretty