The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 294

Once the two shapeshifters left the palace, Draven turned his attention to his servant, Erlos.

"Bring the horses to the front yard."

Even without him speaking, Erlos understood that the King would be seeing his mate off. Just as Draven was about to escort Ember to the entrance, she looked at her long dress and sandals. "Uhm, I think I need to have a change of clothes first. This dress won't be comfortable for horseback riding."

"Miss, take your time. I will prepare our horses and meet you at the front yard," Erlos spoke.

After a while, Ember went to the entrance of the palace after changing into a comfortable leather dress and boots, suitable for horseback riding. Draven and Erlos were talking, pausing their conversation when she arrived. Only two horses were waiting out front, a familiar chestnut mare and white stallion that were the same horses Erlos and Ember rode back when they visited the White Tiger Clan. This time, her two servants could not accompany her. They were visiting the territory of the witches and this particular race kept their guests to limited numbers.

Erlos climbed on the reddish brown horse while Ember was ready to climb the saddle of her pure white horse. Since this was her third time riding it, she didn't focus on trying to climb the horse but took time to appreciate the elegance and beauty of the horse. She somewhat remembered how Draven caressed that horse's crest from the last time, and thus, she did the same. The soft and beautiful white hair along the crest felt amazing under her hand and she looked at the horse's eye on her side.

"I will be in your care today. Even if I trouble you, please bear with me."

The horse let out a snort, its tail swishing as it enjoyed her delicate hand caressing the crest.

"She will be good to you," Draven assured.

"She? Eh? Is this a female?" In her mind, she had always referred to this horse as a white stallion. It should have been a white mare. But Draven nodded, and he had no reason to lie to her.

"This horse looks so strong and valiant that I thought it's a male," Ember commented. "Doesn't she have a name? I didn't ask last time."

"Her name is Albina," Draven replied.

"That's a lovely name," Ember continued to caress the crest.

"Miss, Sire was the one to name her. Her coat is pure white so her name is what suits her—Albina. You see, Sire is so good with names."

Ember didn't deny this claim. Her name was also given by Draven and she loved it.

"Take care of me, Albina," Ember talked to her horse with a smile. "You are a beautiful female horse."

"Miss, what do you think about Sire's horse? Male or female?" Erlos asked.

Ember recalled that beautiful pure black horse that seemed to be a splitting image of Albina, only its coat was of the opposite color and it was slightly larger in built. Since she thought Albina was a stallion, then that meant she also mistook the gender of that wild horse.

"That horse is also like this one. Must be a female."

Erlos laughed loudly. "Miss, other than you, there is no female who Sire allowed to be close to him. Not even animals. Our Midnight, Sire's pet owl, is a male as well."

Draven offered his blabbermouth of a servant a flat glare while Ember smiled lightly. She found this adorable as she remembered how he was stuck to her side the entire night like a snake. So he didn't allow any other female to come close to him. But then…

"He allows Isa."