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.

winking at me and coupling it with a mysterious smile. What

could figure out what her expression meant, her hands found my arms, and she pulled me away until we found ourselves treading the path

arrival. The second I set foot inside, they started to help me dress up without

face. Amidst the orchestrated chaos, I grabbed Maya and asked, “What

mouth, but it didn’t stifle her giggles. I didn’t take any offense about her amusement at my unawareness; instead I

me a heads up, so that I can mentally prepare

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

maids didn’t prepare high heels for me. Even the fancy frock they clad me with was a slightly

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

turned to ask Maya, but I knew my questions were meant to be unhatched as she faced me with a mysterious smile

wasn’t what came to mind when I turned to her. Forget

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

notion that there was such a place in the royal palace. It was like the enchanting beauty from the middle ages and avant-garde

a movie hall. As if to keep her acting in secrecy in tow, Maya hurriedly drew me to sit down and arranged a lot