The War Lord's Prize

Chapter Seventeen

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Third person pov
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He observed the strange creature he had no idea why he had brought back ... Yet, he had.
He brought his glass of wine to his lips and drank while he proceeded to move around her body.

Yesterday in the garden, and the meeting room, he had been so distracted that he barely paid any attention to her form. Oh! But he did pay attention to certain parts of her. It couldn't be helped, especially when she was wearing close to nothing. Which again, was similar to what she had on now. He growled lowly.

He just never paid attention to her.

He drank from his glass again and stopped his roaming. He had dumped her on the rug, and with deep regret, he wished he had dumped her outside and let one of the maids deal with her. She had completely soiled the expensive rug.

He should have, but he couldn't. It might have been close to a million years ago since he was human, but he knew how detrimental the cold outside could be to her health. Why he cared, he couldn't explain.

His purpose in the fairyland was to please his sister, hell! He barely understood what they were doing here. What he hadn't expected was to be part of a duel with the alpha king, and to have the prize of the duel in his very room.

He emptied his glass.

"Do you want another your highness?", One of the maids present asked.

Lucien kept staring at the girl whose wet body kept soiling the rug.
He had healed her wounds very enthusiastically after she had fainted in his arms. He had no clue what caused her to lose consciousness, or why she was in the forest at that moment.

All he knew was that he wanted an escape from the palace and the constant reminder of the duel hanging over his head. He wasn't scared, he knew he could easily break the alpha king's bones in barely two seconds, he just ... didn't have the energy.

Just as he didn't have the energy for anything. After living for so long, it was hard to find anything exciting.

He decided to explore the forest, and quite enjoyed draining dry the humans, probably servants, he had encountered. It didn't take long before the skies became gloomy, and rain graced the earth. Ever since he could remember, he loved the rain. It was peaceful to him, he enjoyed it.

And then, he had smelt her. The maddening scent of her blood had sent his feral instinct to hunt into overdrive. She was lucky he was well-fed and could muster control. Even with the rain, her scent was so engraved in his mind that he could not focus on anything but her, and before he knew it, he was following her.

He also couldn't explain why.

And then, she had thought him a traveler and had fainted in his arms.

He brought his glass to his lips to sip some more of the wine that was terrible on his tongue, and with a deep frown realized it was empty.

"Should I put some more in your glass your highness?", The maid asked again.

That title always gave him a headache.

"Tend to the human. I'll be back shortly", was all he said, before he left.

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Prefon's POV

My eyes fluttered open, and I yawned. I shut my eyes completely, opened them again, and I stretched my arms and legs on something ... Something very soft.

My brows furrowed. Was I on a bed?
I placed my hands flat on either side of me, just feeling ... feeling ... and with a shriek of horror, I threw the warm blanket off of me and flew off the bed. A bed!