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.

she greeted Blair before winking at me and coupling it with a mysterious smile.

found my arms, and she pulled me away until we found ourselves treading the path all the way

closed in on the palace, I could make out a rough estimation of a dozen maids waiting for our arrival. The second I set

was than to crinkle up my face. Amidst the orchestrated chaos, I grabbed Maya and

didn’t take any offense about her amusement at

a heads up, so that I can mentally prepare

led to the dressing room, in courtesy of

prepare high heels for me. Even the fancy frock they clad me with was a slightly loose and off the shoulder

the style was too sweet —almost intimate, in fact, that I imagined it to be worn on a date and a little inappropriate for

questions were meant to be unhatched as she faced me with

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

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

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

entire third floor was a movie hall. As if to keep her acting in secrecy in tow, Maya hurriedly drew me to sit down