Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon

Silja also returned to her chamber. After changing into a nightdress she lay down on the bed while the scene from the ball dance replayed in her head. 

The more she thought, the more she felt that she had seen that man somewhere. At least his voice was very familiar.

She then recalled the conversation they had.

Donovan Regalhelm

Eldest Prince of North huh?

A mocking smile spread on her lips as she turned to her side.

The man was totally narcissistic and prideful. 

It was a pity that she couldn't see the face behind that mask. 

From whom he was hiding his identity?

Even though it is his bridal ceremony, the woman who wants to marry also has the right to see his face.

It will be crazy if they can't even recognise their husband on their wedding day….right…

But why hide face?

His face can't be that bad, can it?

After all, King Zachary and Queen Abrielle both have extraordinary looks, so their son can't be that bad looking.

Unknowingly, Silja found herself thinking about the man nonstop until her eyes closed themselves and she drifted to sleep. That night she really had a good sleep.

The following day at noon there was a friendly competition between all the ladies who were there to take part in the competition.

Since the Dragon has been cursed to lose their strength, they started to put more importance on the strength of an individual.

So this competition will help all the contestants to showcase their strengths and abilities. 

Silja woke up late in the morning as she spent too much time thinking about the ball after returning to her chamber.

The competition was going to be held at noon and will probably continue till night.

Dragons were mostly night creatures who also had a very good vision at night.

Most of the ladies had expected something like this to be included. But most of them were weak, only a few of them were able to shift in a dragon form and probably only one or two were strong enough to fight.

So many of them felt dejected but still as the final result was in the hand of Prince himself about whom he will choose so some of them still have hope.

And from what information Mira gathered it says that ladies were trying all means to be the bride of the prince. Including climbing to his bed which probably he doesn't mind.

Silja took a deep breath to clear her mind. She shouldn't waste her time thinking about an irrelevant man.

She turned her thoughts to the competition on how to fail without suffering much.

Silja who was human and was comparatively weak was not least afraid at all about the result.

The main reason being she was just there to show her presence. She has nothing to do with who will win and who will not.

As the time of evening arrived Silja dressed in black pants and a white shirt. She bound her hair in a rope and secured them tightly.

All this preparation was just for a show as she knew that not doing anything will also attract attention. So the safe way was to join in and try her best to lose.

"Why don't you just refuse to take part in it?" Bran asked as they started to walk in the direction where the competition was going to take place.

"No, I know what to do. You don't have to worry," Silja reassured Bran. Mira, who wanted to speak something, decided otherwise.

As they walked near the arena Silja saw so many people had come to watch the match. Men and women were walking around talking to each other. 

The arena was very big and was slowly being filled with people. 

Looks like they also invited the local public to watch the completion. Silja thought.

"Looks like they are taking this competition very seriously," Bran commented.

The event was divided into two parts. One was for men and the other part was for women.

To make the competition a little more interesting they have set the man competition just for fun. 

There weren't many female knights compared to males but all those serving in the army and personal guards were top notch.

And all the Nobel ladies who were taking part in the competition will have to fight against a few selected female knights.

The arena was built in a rectangular shape and was huge enough that the public from the whole three to five cities could easily fit in. Plus the middle part was even more huge. 

Initially, the competition was going to be held in their dragon forms but considering the incident a few days ago king Zachary changed it last-minute to hand to hand combat and weapon fight.

The fighter can choose their style and a similar opponent will be assigned for them.

For the general audience, common seats were open. While one side of special seats was assigned for competitors. And for the royal family and others, the highest seats with the best look were prepared.

"Lady Silja," Silja felt her name being called and she saw the lady she met in yesterday's ball walking towards her.

"Lady Priscilla," Silja remembered, she was the daughter of the grand duck of Northcrest.

According to information Bran gave her, the woman was married to one of the army generals for a few years before she became a widow one year ago. The woman was the youngest daughter with two older brothers. 

"It's nice to see you again," Priscilla smiled widely and Silja felt like the smile didn't match the look in the eyes of the girl.

"Are you also taking part in the competition?" Priscilla asked.

"Yes," Silja replied.

"Ohh, that is very brave of you," she smiled.

Silja just smiled in return. She noticed that she was smiling so much lately while meeting all these people every day.

"Actually, I have never seen any human competing with the dragon," Priscilla informed and Silja looked at her.

"But looking at you I think you will be fine," she added.

"What makes you think that?" Silja asked.

"Well, even though you look young and weak, I can see the fire in your eyes. You are different," Priscilla looked deep into her eyes.

Fire? Was her supernatural power acting up again?

A thought crossed her mind but she dismissed it quickly.

Well, she was lucky that whatever it was stopped after her eighteenth birthday. And just like a bad dream, it is over now.

Silja gathered her thoughts and took a deep breath.

"Good to see you have faith in me," 

Silja replied as both the ladies walked towards the higher platforms. Well

So much for faith, they just met, who she was kidding.

Silk walked over and took her seat and Priscilla sat beside her.

As time passed, more and more people started to arrive and the arena started to fill.

Silja saw Nobel ladies who were participating looking excited and some of them also nervous.

She saw Olivia walking towards her seat with her brother by her side. They were discussing something very seriously.

"That's Duke Joshua and her sister lady Olivia," seeing Silja who was looking at them, lady Priscilla introduced.

"I met them yesterday at the ball," Silja nodded her head.

"Ohh good," Priscilla smiled, and Silja turned around again to watch other people walking in.

She didn't know why this lady was talking to her this sweetly. Although everyone whom she met yesterday was nice to her, she never thought that from all of them Lady Priscilla would come and talk to her. 

Well because according to a report from Mira and Bran the woman was haughty and very prideful.

But for now, Silja decided to not think much about it.

After some time Lady Jade entered and took her seat. When her eyes met Silja the woman smiled which Silja returned.

"Your toughest competition today will be Lady Jade, Lady Olivia and Lady Meghan," Silja heard Priscilla speak. Silja turned around to look at the woman.

Lady Meghan was one of the daughters of lieutenant general Harlow.

She was trained from her childhood as she came from the background of a knight.

"Lady Jade and Lady Meghan will choose hand in hand combat while lady Olivia is good with spears," Priscilla added. Silja stared at the woman before asking.

"Umm, why are you telling me this?" Silja looked at the woman in her eyes.

"I'm trying to help you," Priscilla smiled.

She smiled a lot, Silja noticed.

"But why?" No one who barely knows you will be ready to help you out of nowhere.

Silja lifted her eyebrows.

"You are human, have come to the north for the first time, I figured it will be hard for you to cope up. And all these people here know each other more or less except you. How will you compete if you don't know what your opponent is capable of," Priscilla stated.

And Silja kept looking at her with a straight face.

'I'm not buying it,' was written all over her face. Priscilla narrowed her eyes.

"And I personally don't like them," she finally said as she rolled her eyes.

Silja lifted her brows and smiled.

That was more convincing.