It was a dimly lit room with a sweet scent from the incense filling the air, while in the corner, braziers were lit up to ward off the last breeze of winter.
The room was huge enough, with two pillars in the middle supporting its ceiling and luminous pearls to illuminate the darkness.
There were three people standing near the first pillar, their frames casting dark shadows on the dull wall behind them, as they stayed silent.
From the looks of it, the three of them were waiting for someone.
"Master... Why are we in the palace? Do you know someone here?" The young boy asked the man next to him, while the woman behind the two of them had her face covered under her hoodie while her body was covered by a very long and thick cloak. "Do you know someone in the palace?" The young boy was in awe.
However, the man said nothing, as his eyes stayed glued to the opulent door in front of him. It was a different door from the one he used to enter this place. He was waiting for someone and his expression was indiscernible.
It was hard to tell what was in his mind and why he took the risk to be on this journey to the capital city with the woman behind him.
It was not the time yet for them to be here, but the appearance of the lycan completely messed up with their plans, after all, they couldn’t afford a mishap.
They had built this plan for decades. No, they actually grew with this plan in their minds, as their father breathed down their necks to make sure they understood the importance of it.
This plan was the life of their clan.
So, why would his sister need him here now? If it was just the matter with the lycan, she must be able to handle it.
Because he spent a long time avoiding people on their journey here, he had no idea about the recent incidents within the palace. He also missed the sight of countless citizens, who were protesting and camping outside of the palace, demanding the Crown Prince to be beheaded, because they sneaked inside through a secret door.
It took two more hours of waiting for this person to appear and when she finally came, the man immediately approached her with steady steps, his expression darkened.
"What do you mean by this, Cyan?" He immediately asked, even before the other person could push back her hoodie.
"Things had gone completely wrong," Cyan said, but she didn’t stop to wait for her younger brother to berate her, as she went straight to the other woman, who came with Dexter.
Dexter was the dark sorcerer from the Riverside pack, the very dark mage who had tricked Aria and revived her from her death. In that case, the other woman was...
Cyan stood in front of the woman Dexter had brought with him, while the young boy bowed his head respectfully and stepped aside.
Cyan flicked her fingers and the hoodie that covered Aria’s face was pushed back, revealing her identity and then the cloak she was wearing dropped to the ground, so the mistress could look at her slightly swollen belly.
"How long is she?" Cyan asked through her gritted teeth. From the looks of it, she knew it was not ready yet. They needed more time, but the people outside were demanding Alan’s life.
"She is five months pregnant," Dexter replied, as he approached his sister.
On the other hand, Aria glared at Cyan, her red eyes shone brightly, as if she was going to kill the other woman.
"Don’t touch me!" Aria growled, she swatted Cyan’s hand from her stomach, while the mistress looked at her disdainfully.
However, Cyan paid no mind to Aria, as she talked to her brother. "There is a change in plans."
"The head of the royal sorcerers will be hanged tomorrow and you will be introduced as the new head." A flash of deviousness flitted past her eyes. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
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