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.

Instead, she greeted Blair before winking at me and coupling it with a mysterious smile. What could have gotten

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

maids waiting for our arrival. The second I set foot inside, they started to help me

face. Amidst the orchestrated

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

heads up, so that I

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

was in the delicate stages of pregnancy, the maids didn’t prepare high heels for me. Even the fancy frock they clad me with was a slightly

—almost intimate, in fact, that I imagined it to be worn on a date and a little inappropriate for a serious dinner party. I was

to be unhatched

same words again fall off 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

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 my tracks and take in its

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 robots from modern society were thrown

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