The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 78

Ember was petrified on his lap, her mind blanked out after hearing his sharp demand.

Hearing Draven’s dignified voice with their faces mere inches away from each other made her freeze like a little rabbit facing the most terrifying wolf. Feeling his red eyes on her, not only her breath, even her own heart seemed to have stopped for a second.

With her body being so close to him, even sitting on his lap with his hot breath fanning over her head, brushing lightly against the side of her face, Ember should have burst into panicked tears as she called out in her heart for those who she knew.

‘Elder Leeora…Morpheus…I-I…’

Perhaps because she was in too much shock, or because she believed in Leeora’s and Morpheus’ words of assurance, she was able to somehow appear calmer than her real emotions.

Sensing the strange atmosphere within the hall, Ember had a feeling that the shock of those people watching them seemed to be greater than her own. She could see faces wide-eyed, some even had their mouths openly gaping. For some reason, seeing them made her feel less scared, especially after she met Morpheus’ gaze.

From the corner of her left eye, Ember could feel Draven’s gaze on her but she pretended to not notice it. It was not the first time she was this close to him. Back when he had saved her after she fell from the cliff, she was even in his embrace, but still, being close to him felt so different to her this time.

An awkward voice broke the silence of the stunned crowd.

“Your Majesty, may we know what you are planning to do?” Halifax asked, on behalf of everyone who was unable to understand Draven’s actions.

Among them, Morpheus was the only one who had an idea of what Draven was trying to do, but even he wasn’t sure his guess was correct.

“Putting her on the brink of life and death,” Draven simply answered, not bothering to explain further. His attention moved back to the frail-looking human girl who was sitting like a frozen statue on his lap.

“Sit properly,” he said in the same commanding voice.

Ember didn’t understand how she should be sitting, but as if knowing she’d react this way, his hand moved towards her back while the other hand towards her legs that were partially hanging down the throne. He pulled them so her feet could rest on the side of that huge throne, with his arm supporting her back in front of his body.

Her body felt so tiny in his arms. She remembered only Gaia had held her like this, and it had been ages ago, back when she was a young girl still small enough to be rocked to sleep.

The thing was, being held by Gaia was the most comfortable thing in the world. On the other hand…

“Look at me,” Draven ordered. His words sounded like he was coaxing a lamb before leading her to be sacrificed.

The entire hall was silent to see what their king was up to. How was he going to make the human girl face death in that manner?