The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 233

After leading the three women to a less crowded part of the plaza, Erlos turned towards Ember. “Miss, are you alright?”

Ember nodded. “Umm, but…I don’t see His Majesty anywhere. Has he returned to the palace?”

The young elf chuckled as if he had heard something funny. “Miss, how can SIre return to the palace, leaving his mate here? He is just–“

“His Majesty is here,” Clio cut into their conversation without warning as she saw the black-haired man coming towards them. However, her expression was strange. Rather than caution, her eyes showed she was shocked with something.

Out of reflex, the rest of the group also turned to look at the direction of her gaze, and their expressions all mirrored the female elf.

By then, Draven had already reached them carrying something in his hand. The three servants stepped aside so the two mates could have space.

Ember gaped at him, still unable to pull herself out of disbelief until she heard him speak in a low tone.

“This is for you.”

Gulping, Ember continued to stare at his handsa€“rather, at that beautiful flower bouquet in his hands.

“For me?” she mumbled, looking up at his face to check whether he was serious or not.

He let out a terse nod, his expression seemingly stiffer than usual, and waited for her to accept the carefully arranged set of flowers. As if her hands had a mind of their own, they reached out to receive them in her arms. Ember smiled sweetly.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

The smile on her face had a hint of bashfulness and delight, as it reflected the butterflies dancing in her stomach. Draven had brought flowers for her– and not just any flower– but various wildflowers that gave off a refreshingly sweet scent, meticulously arranged into a beautiful bouquet wrapped with a green silk ribbon. A majority of them were flowers that reminded Ember of the colour of Draven’s eyes, and they were surrounded by dainty light yellow and white flowers that accentuated the beauty of the central pieces.

‘Clio said it is the local tradition of this city for a male to pluck the flowers from the flower valley of the White Tiger Clan…does this mean His Majesty disappeared because he went there and picked these flowers for me?’

An unknown emotion crept into her chest, but by the growing warmth that tingled her heart, the dominant part of that unknown emotion was happiness.

Draven didn’t fail to notice that his mate thoroughly liked his gift. It was as if her entire being brightened up.

He wanted to remain like this for a bit more, but there was a limit to his self-control and in the end, he had to take a step away in order to lessen the impact of her scent on her.

“Do you wish to continue watching the dance?” he asked.

When Ember shook her head, he then turned his gaze away. “Then, see the rest of the festival.”

After a nod of acknowledgement, Ember leisurely let her eyes roam, wondering where to head next.

“Miss, how about we go that way? We have yet to see that street,” Reya suggested and Ember walked with her servants, while Draven followed several steps behind with Erlos.

“Sire, Miss seems really happy to receive those flowers,” Erlos commented, putting his arms casually behind his head in a relaxed manner. “I didn’t know she liked flowers this much. I wonder if she has a favourite. Maybe if Sire gives her flowers more often then–“

Draven cut him off midway, knowing that his servant would probably keep on chattering nonstop. “Did something happen when I was gone?”

“Nothing much.” Erlos thought for a bit. “Oh. We came across Warrior Logan, and he talked to Miss.”

‘So that was Logan’s scent on her? No wonder it was familiar.’ Draven didn’t fail to notice another male’s scent of her when he offered her flowers but didn’t say anything.

“What happened?”