The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 110

Bang!

The sound of slamming doors echoed within the hallways of the palace, scaring the servants nearby as there was only a single person who dared to act that way in this place—the King himself.

Draven returned to his chamber with anger visible on his face.

‘That thing!’

While he was trying his best to stay away from his mate and prevent her presence from affecting his mind, even going to great lengths of submerging himself underwater for hours, his little mate’s careless attitude destroyed all his painstaking efforts.

Draven paced around in his chamber restlessly in his bathrobe which was still wet as he carried that frail human drenched in water in his arms. He didn’t know how to get rid of what he was feeling. It was as if his urges were clawing at his insides, urging him to stop thinking and simply follow his mating instincts.

He ran his hands through his wet hair, pacing around and feeling frustrated. ‘Doesn’t she understand what I can do with her? That brainless thing. Does she want to get hurt? Such a weak and frail body…’

He was torn—he could not send her away and neither could he keep her close to him.

In a while, there was a timid knock on the door and a servant’s voice could be heard from beyond the door, not daring to open the door and directly face the angry king.

“Your Majesty, Lord Melion is requesting an audience with you.”

With Erlos on an errand, another servant was assigned to temporarily cater to the King’s needs. However, the other servants didn’t have Erlos’ carefree attitude and guts. The servant merely waited for the reply outside the King’s chamber.

“In my study.”

Hearing that short reply, those three curt words, was enough for the servant to feel relieved. The servant excused himself and left.

Draven merely changed into the first set of clothes he grabbed from his wardrobe, which included a simple black tailcoat with a white undershirt and a pair of dark pants, among others, and disappeared from his bedchamber.

His aide, Wind Fae Melion, was already waiting for Draven in the King’s study when he saw him appear. He politely greeted the King as the man sat in his large armchair behind the desk.

From the King’s expression which was colder than usual, Melion could guess that the man was in a foul mood.

“Proceed,” said Draven as he looked at his subject.

“Your Majesty, the council meeting has been organized for tomorrow morning. All the council members had given word of their attendance, and they requested that Miss Ember’s presence be required to hear the verdict,” Melion informed politely. “Is this arrangement fine with you?”