Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon

"I didn't… it was.." she tried to speak but nothing came out of her lips properly.

While she was trying to figure out how to hide what happened to Donovan it looked like she was afraid of the witch. 

He thought that Silja as a human has never dealt with a situation like this and what she witnessed today has scared her.

He looked at her red eyes which were trying to hold the tears back and felt an urgency to console her.

He didn't know how but the woman in front of him was capable of evoking a protecting side from anyone. For Donovan, the current situation was something he never had dealt with.

The only time he has consoled someone was when Genie cried and whenever she felt like she just came and hugged him tightly.

With only reference from then, Don didn't know what to do.

But Silja, whose red-rimmed eyes and tears falling from them, was unbearable to him.

He looked at her helplessly before suddenly pulling her in his arms. 

"You are safe now. She won't hurt you," he hugged her tightly and slowly caressed her back. It took Silja some time to understand what happened. Feeling the warmth of his body she felt all her fears going away.

A strange feeling of reliance washed over her as her stiff body relaxed in his arms.

Her head resting on his broad chest and his strong arms wrapped around her made her feel safe and secure.

From the day things like this started to happen it was only Mira who was by her side. And the girl was like a shadow, always following and supporting her and never let Silja break. But till they were in atlanea Silja was on her home but nowhere far away she was breaking a little. Even though Mira was still here, the kind of safety she felt in Atlanea wasn't here. Plus she has to constantly keep herself alert and this was taking a toll on her.

So the little mental breakdown she had just now was the result of that. And at her time of despair, small support from Don was like water in the desert. And something was telling her that she will be fine at least for now. 

Her heart slowly calmed down and her breathing became stable again.

Both of them were standing in the courtyard in each other's arms.

For Don physical contact with women was not a new thing but this type of intimacy was something that he has never felt.

The woman in his arms felt different, not physically but something was about the hug that tingled his heart, a thing that never happened before.

As he found her being calm down he himself also released a sigh of relief.

He then held her shoulder and pulled her back to see her face. Both of them looked at each unable to speak anything and just looked at each other.

"My lord?" Suddenly the magical moment was destroyed by a surprised voice.

Garrett, who has come to report on his daily checking, was shocked when he saw his lord standing out in the open with a woman in his arms.

'Sigh, his prince was forgetting all the boundaries now' the man cried out internally. And scolded himself for being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Silja and Don came to their senses. Silja took two steps back and she looked down realising what she was doing.

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"You should go to your room now," 

Don came to where Silja was standing, a bit far away from the attack scene.

Don filled in Garr about what happened and now Garr was making arrangements to send the woman to prison so she couldn't run away. Actually Silja thought that the woman was dead but she was actually unconscious and still breathing.

The guards were tying the woman and Don and Silja were standing by the side.

Silja nodded but instead of leaving straight, she decided to stay behind for a while.

"Wh..what will you do to her?" Silja asked, looking at the woman. Her face was still covered with the veil she was wearing. 

She was a witch, the sworn enemy of dragons and she was caught sneaking into the room of the Prince of dragons.

Probably, first, she will be tortured to her death to get out all the information she knows and then will be killed brutally. But that wasn't the problem that Silja was worried about. Her worries were that even though Donovan didn't see anything when the witch would come to senses she would definitely say something about what happened. And that can expose Silja easily. She has to prevent it at any cost.

"They will transfer her to the dungeon for interrogation," Don replied. And Silja nodded.

"You helped greatly, today." And he didn't forget to praise her. Then he leaned over and slowly whispered in her ears.

"Nice move to get in the good books of the prince. I will put good words for you to the king, it will help you get good footing in the competition," he said and one corner of his lips arched.

Silja set her lips in a thin line. She has completely forgotten about that issue too.

She didn't do that for that reason. If she knew before she wouldn't have helped. Now the matter was at this point and she knew that the talk can't be stopped from reaching the king and prince's ears.

She facepalmed herself.

"No need, you can take all credit to yourself," she replied.

"Why? Don't you want to impress the prince after working so hard?" He raised his eyebrows.

"No," Silja shook her head. And Don felt her attitude was strange. 

"Umm, who will interrogate her?" She asked after some thinking.

"Me," Don replied without thinking.

"Will there be anyone else?" Silja looked at him with her doe eyes. 

"Maybe," Don didn't know she wasn't interested in who was going to interrogate the witch but if she could be present there or not. He thought she maybe wanted more chances to shine while keeping her unbothered persona.

"How about you also let me join," Silja spoke hurriedly. Her eyes looked at him nervously.

"Why?" He lifted his eyebrows.

"Just… no I have never seen a witch before and she is the first one I fought so I was a bit.. you know…excited," Silja didn't know what excuse she should weave.

Don looked at her for a moment before nodding slightly. And Silja released a nervous smile.

"But we will see first if you are hurt or not," He said and didn't give Silja any chance to refuse.

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Far away in the Southern kingdom.

The Witch Kingdom.

In a big creepy looking castle made with big and high towers, a man was standing in the room on the highest floor.

His umber eyes were looking at the dark sky which was gloomy with all the black clouds covering the moon. 

His perfectly carved face was looking expressionless, his posture straight as his eyes fixed in front of him far away, looking in nothingness. (Same man from chap 8)

"What do you see, Azazel?" A mellow but sharp womanly voice asked from behind and the man looked behind him and saw a woman clad in all black standing there.

"Mother," a smile instantly spread on his lips as he looked at the woman.

She slowly walked in with graceful steps. Her long black dress was sweeping the floor, her face was like made from a perfect mould and body like piece of art.

With each step, she took her elegance ooze out.

Dark black eyes and similar jet black hair, cherry red lips and a small tip of the nose. No one can tell the woman could have this big son. As if her age has stopped in her early twenties and she hasn't aged even a single day after that.

Her son standing in front of her has a similar face to her, except his face was missing the gentleness she has.

The man standing with Umber colour eyes was the king of the witch kingdom.

Azazel Monvoisin. Also known as Kruel.

While the woman was his mother.

Evillene Willow Monvoisin. 

Willow was a surname she acquired from her father while Monvoisin was the surname of her husband. The late Witch-king and father of Kruel.

"The peaceful night," in answer to her question he replied.

"Hmm, you seem to be waiting for someone," she guessed and took a seat in front of the table full of food.

Kruel sat down on the table beside his mother and started to serve food on her plate.

"I'm waiting for news from the north," he replied while serving food.

Once he was done putting enough food he pushed the plate in front of her which the woman accepted with a smile.

"You won't stay still until you get that crest?" Evillene asked.

"The crest is the last thing they have which they will use to break the curse. After we take it from them their last hope will be crushed," Kruel said with a dangerous smile.

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