The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 144

Draven was amused to see her openly express her emotions on her face. One moment she’s surprised, the next she’s embarrassed, then there was anger, and now she seemed puzzled. It was entertaining to see.

“Seems like you are enjoying your new pet’s company.”

‘Enjoying? Do I look like I am enjoying myself? More like, she’s the one enjoying my embarrassment! When I get my hands on that naughty bird—’

Sadly, she could not voice out her thoughts. She liked Ray. Ray was her first pet and she adored that lovable little bird; she just didn’t expect her pet to behave like this.

“Thank you for sending her to me, Your Majesty,” she said politely, keeping all her internal complaints on the side.

Draven accepted it with a nod, and then decided there was no need for small talk. He had no wish to spend more time than necessary with her, not wanting to test how much he could endure his urges despite her presence.

“I am here to talk about the nightmare you had yesterday,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Nightmare?” She looked like she didn’t remember.

“The purple-eyed woman you saw in your dream,” he reminded her.

Ember remembered now and nodded. “Oh…that dream…”

“Can you tell me more about that dream?”_.

Ember thought for a while, her hands fidgeting since she didn’t want to recall that dream. Still, since the King asked her, she had no reason to refuse.

“I-I don’t recall much… Apologies—”

“Try. Tell me anything.”

Maybe if he had asked her yesterday, she could have given him a clearer recount, but now, everything was blurry in her mind. All she could recall was how terrible she felt. As if something belonging to her was possessed by that purple-eyed woman. She did not know what it was, but she wanted it back. She desperately wanted it back. It made her feel like a part of her was missing, and that emptiness was painful.

“I can’t remember the dream, but I can describe what the woman looks like,” she said. “She has purple eyes. The lower half of her face is covered with a veil and…she has reddish gold hair….”

“What happened in the dream?”

Ember shook her head. “I do not remember, only I felt desperate.”

“Anything else that you found significant?” he asked again.

She continued to fiddle with her hands. “Uhm, I’m not sure if it counts but… but terrifying darkness surrounds her.”

‘Darkness?’ Draven pondered at what that represented. Darkness was an ominous factor in dreams, most of the time representing fear, danger, evil or death. He wondered if this purple-eyed woman was someone evil, perhaps the culprit who had messed up Ember’s life.

“But why do you ask, Your Majesty?” Her words pulled his attention back toward her.

“Sometimes, nightmares are memories, at times, they are warnings. For those blessed with strong magic, dreams hold great importance so it is for the best that we do not ignore them,” he replied, not brushing off her question by saying ‘it’s nothing. It would be better to let his mate learn how things work in her new reality.

“That means that there is truly such a woman and that pain I felt was real?” Ember asked.

“We don’t know yet, and we are now trying to find out. It’s good that you answered what I had asked.”

She realized that it was for her sake that the King was inquiring about her dream. “Thank you for taking care of me, Your Majesty.”

He simply gazed at her with a hint of a smile, thinking how could he not when she was his mate, his only one, a part of his life now…

Ember had that strange feeling again, where one moment a tinge of a smile could be seen on his lips, yet a more careful look would give her an impression that she was mistaken.

His low, dignified voice brought her back to reality.

The girl blinked, taken aback at how he sounded…friendly. ‘Do I have anything to ask?’