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.

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

and she pulled me away until we found ourselves treading the path all the way to

palace, I could make out a rough estimation of a dozen maids waiting for our arrival. The second I set foot inside, they started to help me dress up without

way to show how confused I was than to crinkle up my face. Amidst the orchestrated chaos,

giggles. I didn’t take any offense about her amusement at my unawareness; instead I was just really confused. “Miss Todd, you’ll know,

You better give me a heads up, so that I

was again yanked and led to the dressing room, in courtesy of the maids. The flashbacks of when I first came to the palace to attend the banquet

of pregnancy, the maids didn’t prepare high heels for me. Even the fancy frock

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 was getting

knew my questions were meant to be unhatched as she faced me with a mysterious smile and repeated, “Miss

wasn’t what came to mind when I turned to her. Forget it. I wouldn’t ask. I would know by

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

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

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 me, out of the delicacies waiting