Alia walked into the garden, looking at her surroundings to familiarize herself with the plants and herbs that she could use from the royal palace to prepare a decoction.
Well, that was the lie she was going along with to tell the maids and guards if they asked her.
She was looking for the mysterious green Lotus that everyone kept ntioning, only the werewolf kingdom.
If the werewolf kingdom really had that mysterious lotus blooming, then what would be a safer place than the palace itself to keep it sacred?
While many people considered the real green Lotus sacred and sothing only a true seer could see, a true legend among the healing flowers, so said it was all a myth and that a green Lotus never existed.
According to them, a hoax was created around the werewolf palace so everyone could know that the royals had higher powers over everyone.
It looks like only the heavens can help her.
"May the lord give the powers to find the legend of the flowers that can –"
"What are you doing?" Alia’s ritual of jokingly calling the heavens was interrupted when she heard a cold, unfamiliar voice.
She opened her eyes and ca face to face with a brown-eyed man who looked at her like she had grown horns.
"Invading the palace?" Alia asked the man, who raised his brows in return.
"I am the King’s cousin, Patrick Bentley," He said.
"And I am his wife..." Alia paused when she rembered the na.
Wasn’t this handso man that evil uncle’s son?
"His protector," Alia added, and Patrick looked at the girl, intrigued.
"His protector?" He asked, observing the girl from head to toe with genuine amusent.
When Patrick heard that his cousin got married overnight because his grandfather had told him to establish peace, he thought the elders were joking, but now it looked real.
He stepped forward and was about to grab Alia’s chin to look at her carefully. He probably intimidated her a little when suddenly he felt an oppressive aura around.
He paused before smirking inwardly and shaking his head.
He stepped back to his original position as Cyrus walked into the backyard, his aura dominating him and making him take a deep breath.
Patrick was about to greet Cyrus to show his respect to the chosen king when he saw Cyrus looking directly at Alia, not even sparing him a glance.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice void of emotions.
Alia, who was ready with her excuse of looking at herbs, was about to speak when Patrick cut her off.
"She said that she is your protector. Is that right, King Cyrus?" Patrick asked.
Alia narrowed her eyes at Patrick, cursing him inwardly before raising her hand and shaking her head.
"That’s just an expression. How can I, a re lantern, dare to say such words?" Alia blinked her eyes innocently.
Cyrus looked into her eyes, knowing all too well what she said. But rather than say anything, he just pushed her aside gently, his gentle push making her stumble to the side, and Patrick raised his brows.
It didn’t look like his cousin was exactly happy with his marriage.
Well, why didn’t it sound nice?
"Cyrus Valentino!" A loud voice roared, and Alia shook in her place, startled.
Cyrus, on the other hand, briefly glanced back before scoffing daringly.
"So even the old man is here," He said and walked to the palace’s main hall without looking back.
Alia raised her brows when she looked at the old man.
Wasn’t this legendary... Grayson Evercrest? The man who had fought in that interspecies war and single-handedly pushed back the mages of the Green Sea?
"King Grayson," Alia bowed to him, the respect coming from the bottom of her heart.
The old man, who was about to follow his grandson to scold him on how to treat his wife, paused before sighing.
He placed his hand on Alia’s hair and caressed it affectionately.
"May the Moon Goddess fill your life with happiness and give you enough patience to bear with my grandson," He said before walking inside the palace.
Alia stood frozen in her place.
She had heard countless rumors about how arrogant and rude the forr king was, but if soone was that arrogant, would he wish her like that?
One thing was for sure. People have created nasty rumors about royalty to create negativity around their nas uselessly.
Alia entered the palace only to see her husband and the forr king sitting face-off.
"Do you think just because you are the chosen king, you have now dominance over ?" Grayson asked, his voice deep and full of authority.
His dominance might’ve fazed anyone but not his grandson, who leaned back in his seat, least bothered by his anger.
"Don’t get angry, old man. We don’t want you to die early," Cyrus smirked.
Alia raised her brows.
Why was he making his grandfather more angry?
"You!" Grayson pointed his finger at his grandson.
"?" Cyrus asked.
His gaze moved to Alia, standing near the entrance in a trance.
"You t her?" He asked Grayson.
"Of course I did. At Least your wife has more manners to greet an elder, unlike you who only knows to anger ," Grayson said.
Cyrus humd before smirking.
"Is that so?" He asked, looking back at Alia with a aningful gaze.
Alia didn’t know why, but sothing about Cyrus’s gaze didn’t promise anything good to her, and she gulped.
"Are you glaring at her for greeting ?" Grayson interrupted.
Cyrus shrugged his shoulders before standing.
"What made you co to my place?" He asked.
"Why? I can’t co here? Don’t forget I made it," Grayson said.
Cyrus sighed and looked at Patrick, his gaze dark.
"Are you here to fight?" He asked.
Patrick, looking around and having arrived with their grandfather just to see Cyrus’s bride, raised his brows.
"Are you offering?" Patrick asked.
Cyrus leaned back and raised his hand, ready to order Fabian to prepare the sparring court when their grandfather stood.
"When are you going to take her back? As her husband, you should visit her ho with gifts," Grayson said.
Cyrus scoffed at Alia, who was shifting her weight from one leg to another.
"The only gift I am taking to that place are heads of healers on a silver platter. Would you like that?" Cyrus asked, his question directed at Alia.
Grayson was about to scold his grandson for using such foul language to scare the girl, but what Alia said next surprised everyone.
"It’s a good idea. Am I allowed to choose which healers we should take?" Alia asked with a smile as she blinked her eyes.
Her expression was so innocent as she said those words that nobody would’ve even guessed she said those words if they hadn’t seen her lips moving.
Cyrus observed her for a few seconds before he smirked.
"Psycho," Patrick comnted.
"Are you offering?" Alia asked, and the man raised his brows, realising that was the sa sentence he had used to provoke Cyrus.
Cyrus licked his lips, amused and interested in this girl even more.
anwhile, Grayson, who had expected the lantern girl to shrink in fear and get scared of his family, cleared his throat.
"I haven’t eaten anything. Accompany to the dining table," He said, dismissing the matter.
Cyrus said nothing about how they had already eaten and followed his grandfather to the dining room.
"You are a psycho," Patrick said to Alia as she walked to the dining table.
"You can expect that from a girl who ca back from death," Alia said.
"Hmm?" Patrick asked, stopping in his steps.
"What? I am a psycho," Alia grinned before she walked to the dining table with a usual smile as if she didn’t make any off comnt to Patrick.
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