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.

Blair before winking at me and coupling it with a mysterious smile. What could have gotten into

me

second I

my face. Amidst the orchestrated chaos, I grabbed Maya and asked, “What are they doing? Is

didn’t take any offense about

give me a heads up, so that

led to the dressing room, in courtesy of the maids. The flashbacks of when I first came to the palace to

prepare high heels for me. Even the fancy frock

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

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

the exact same words again fall off her lips wasn’t what came to mind when I turned to

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

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

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