The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 345

After Morpheus left, Draven went to his chamber to retire for the night.

As he had given Erlos permission to stay in Ronan, Draven was without an attendant; he had to take care of his needs on his own. This time, when he removed his bloodstained clothes, he didn't scatter them on the floor like usual, and when he went to the side chamber to have a bath, he used his powers to heat the fresh water. One could see that his movements were skilled though unhurried, a sign that this was not the first time he tended to himself.

While soaking in the pool of water, Draven's thoughts wandered. His arms were spread on his sides, his head slightly tilted back, and he could not help but close his eyes.

The day of mourning...

The day of mourning this year was bound to be different. This was already within his expectations given the fact his mate was human, but after hearing about the visions that Cornelia and Leeora had, it seemed things were more serious than expected.

He clearly heard that there was a mention of fire, and he could not help but be concerned about Ember, whose control over her own fire magic was still somewhat lacking. If the cause happened to be her, then something would provoke her into losing control over her emotions, as he knew from experience negative emotions such as anger was her trigger.

There were plenty of plausible reasons. One would be that she would grow upset at being a target of hostility if he brings her to Netherfield to join the mourning. Another was the possibility of her being attacked, either by those who hate humans or by a third unknown party.

He also could not ignore the possibility that those who sealed her powers were coming after her. If that were the case, then he needed to be by her side all the time. He wished to keep her away from anything dangerous.

'If the Commander of Warriors takes control of managing the manpower for security...'

With Morpheus wanting to share the workload, Draven would be free enough to focus on Ember and the potential danger lurking on the day of mourning.

'An omen of death.'

Death...

The corner of his lips lifted at the contradiction. Death? He was never scared of it. If the man Cornelia and Leeora saw in their visions was him, he was ready to face it.

Draven was not called the Devil for nothing--he who reaps lives ought to be ready to die anytime. For someone like him whose existence spanned thousands of years, he was exhausted from living without meaning. In fact, if not for his responsibility and guilt towards the residents of Agartha, he would have willingly let Morpheus end his life long back.

It was only upon meeting Ember that a small spark was ignited within the darkness inside him. And when she became his mate, he started to grow greedy. Greedy for life, greedy of the future.

But the visions meant she would be endangered on the day of mourning, Draven would gladly accept death to protect her. He would protect her even if it cost his life.

'Fate looks kindly upon me, to let me meet my mate and die for her sake...'

Getting rid of all of these muddled thoughts, Draven soon readied himself in his night robe and disappeared from his chamber, only to appear in front of his mate's chamber. After this tiring day, all he wanted was to be with her.

Ember's servants were outside the chamber, about to return to their quarters when they saw the King. Both bowed to him. "Greetings, Your Majesty."