The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 486

The next morning, when Ember woke up, she immediately jumped out of bed. Draven, who was next to her, looked at her as he sat up in bed.

Seeing her in such a hurry, he held her hand and stopped her. "Slow down. You have a good history of missing your step and embracing the ground."

She narrowed her eyes at him as she recalled those embarrassing moments when she had fallen again and again in front of him. "I don't know what you are referring to."

He chuckled, seeing her lie straight to his face. "Alright, it was me who tasted the ground a few times just because I was afraid of you, as if you would eat me alive."

She shrugged her hand from his hold and glared at him. "It was all your fault. Why did you have to be so scary back then? Did you forget how you treated me like a plague? My poor heartuld barely stand the scary king of this kingdom."

Heuldn't refute her claim. "My apologies. I was indeed a bad person to you."

Seeing him admit it, Ember calmed down and went closer to him. She sat in his lap, circled her arms around his neck, and said, "Well, you were not that bad. It's alright. I forgave you long ago."

He smiled. "Thank you."

She hummed and said, "I was going to see if the tree we planted for Morph's nest is there now. Leeora said it would grow overnight."

"Let's go and check, then," he said, and both of them left the bedchamber.

The moment they stepped onto the bany of Ember's study, Draven heard a huge surprised gasp from his mate, her eyes wide open.

"D-Draven, am I dreaming?" she asked, looking at the impossibly gigantic tree, which was far taller than the highest peak of that huge palace. Its lush green branches were so widely spread that it was impossible to see the entire tree in one glance.

Just yesterday there was nothing at all and now?....It was just mesmerising.

"You are not dreaming," he assured her.

"Let me call Morph here." She put forward her hand, and a whistle appeared in her palm. She blew it gently, remembering that if she did it too harshly, it might hurt Morph's ears.

Even before sheuld put the whistle back, a divine eagle with beautiful golden wings landed on the bany.

"Morph," Ember called out and hurried toward him in excitement. "The tree has grown up… Ahh…!"

Before sheuld reach him, she stumbled in her footsteps. Morpheus and Draven used their powers quickly at the same time and stopped her from falling.

Ember found herself half-leaning toward the ground, saved from falling face-first.

"You little female, always so reckless," Morpheus said as he shook his head helplessly.

"She didn't believe it when I told her she had a knack for embracing the ground," Dravenmmented as he walked toward her.

Ember steadied herself, feeling embarrassed that Draven's words were true. "It's my nightdress… It's so long and gets entangled in my feet."

Draven and Morpheus looked at her feet, where the nightdress barely reached her ankles, and then looked back at her.

"Only you can make a short dress get entangled in your feet," Morpheusmmented.

"Our mate has unique abilities, doesn't she?" Draven added.

She frowned. "Both of you, stop teasing me already. I just have bad judgment while walking. After living on an uneven, stony mountain all my life, I'm just not used to walking on plain ground, alright?"

Draven and Morpheus looked at each other.

"No one can beat her at making logical excuses."

"She is smart."

"You twontinue—I'm leaving," Ember said angrily and turned to leave, only to be stopped by the powers used by her mates. She tried to free herself butuldn't.

"Are you two bullying me now?" she spat out angrily.

Draven pulled her back toward him and released her from the grasp of his powers. "We wouldn't dare bully you. Who knows, you might get angry and burn both of us."

"I might truly do it if you twontinue like this," she replied, eyeing both of them.

"Alright, you called me here so early in the morning," Morpheus said. "What's the matter?"

Ember looked at him, her anger still there. "You are my mate. Do I need a reason to call you? It's your duty tome to me whenever I ask. Do you dare question me?"

Morpheus was taken aback. She was rightfully showing her anger. So this is what it feels like to have a mate to whom the beast would submit without question. Her words echoed in his mind as he kept quiet.

Draven looked at him as if saying—Have a taste of being lded by your mate—to which Morpheus looked back at him as if saying—You seem to have a lot of experience with it.

"What are you two looking at each other for?" they heard Ember again.

Both looked back at her as if they meant nothing.

"I have work to do. You twontinue," Draven said, ready to leave.

"So early? What work do you have?" Ember asked.

He looked back at her. "I am a king, and I am always busy—unlike your other mate, who lost his title as ammander and is nothing but an idler now."

As Draven said it, Ember looked at Morpheus, who stood there unaffected, but she felt bad for him. She looked back at Draven and said, "Don't call him an idler."

"I speak the truth," Draven said and approached her. He pecked her forehead and added, "Don't be angry. You can spend some time with him. I have work."