Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon
"You think Prince Donovan is yours alone? You have no idea how many women have had a piece of him before you…" Priscilla scoffed and turned around walking away leaving Silja standing there in shock.
"Milady doesn't mind what she is…." Sinthia walked ahead to pacify Silja but Silja raised her hand indicating her to stop talking.
The look in her eyes was so terrifying.
"Leave," Silja said in a low voice and Sinthia didn't dare to stay there more than a second.
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At midnight, Donovan returned.
"Where is the princess?" the first question left his mouth.
"Her highness is waiting in his highness's main chamber," the maid bowed her head and replied.
His already red eyes have turned darker, Donovan has a big frown on his face. It was clear from his expression that the man was tired. It has been more than three days since he last rested and now the tiredness was making him impatient and grumpy.
After he interrogated Gwen's mother he has spent the last whole day searching for clues for the people who helped Gwen. He didn't want to delay the procedure because if he did the people would be able to cover their traces successfully and he didn't want that. So he looked into everything himself.
"Prince Donovan, shall I take my leave now?" Garrett, who was beside him, asked cautiously.
Well, Donovan wasn't alone who was working non-stop in the past few days but Garrett was also with him. The man was on the verge of collapsing without proper sleep.
Donovan looked at his squire and then nodded, "Report tomorrow morning," but not before giving the order.
"What?" Garrett looks at Donovan with his mouth open.
He didn't know if he should be happy that he was finally going to get some sleep or should cry that he had to join work even before he could rest properly. But Donovan gave him a side-eye at his question that frightened the life out of Garrett.
"As you say your highness," Garrett turned around and ran away in fear that if he stayed any longer his Prince might not let him rest that night.
Donovan saw him running away and shook his head. He couldn't bother to waste time on the poor squire.
He removed his coat and then straight went to his chamber.
# Inside Donovan's chamber#
The bride, dressed in a white wedding dress, was sitting inside the decorated wedding chamber.
Soon the door opened and she heard the heavy footsteps coming closer.
Silja lifted her head and saw his handsome profile hidden in the shadows.
He was still dressed in his previous clothes, sweaty and dirty.
The whole room was lit dimly, scented candles were burning in every corner providing the perfect atmosphere for the wedding night.
But despite that Donovan could feel heaviness in the air, he then looked at the girl sitting on the bed, silently, sitting on his bed like a new bride that she was.
Donovan felt strange when Silja didn't even react to his arrival.
"Stand up." He ordered in his usual heavy indifferent voice which sounded more hoarse because of tiredness.
The dress was heavy, making her movements clumsy.
She moved out of bed and stood in front of him. Their eyes met for a second before Silja looked down.
Behind the transparent veil, Donovan could see her expressionless face. Her look was the same as before when she arrived in the North.
Donovan narrowed his eyes, then slowly removed the veil from her face.
Her soft red hair was curled up and twisted in the braid, with some accessories to hold them.
Her usual red lips looked even more fluffy because of the red tint she has used.
Her long eyelashes were turned down and her cheeks had slight blush on them. The identical ivory dress was making her look pure and noble.
Perfect was the only word that came to Donovan's mind.
But still, he found that despite her perfect appearance something was amiss.
Especially when Silja avoided looking him straight in the eyes. But he avoided that feeling.
"Stripe," he ordered as she stood up in front of him. His hands were bound behind as he looked at the girl, observing her.
"Huh?" Silja snapped her head and looked at him in shock.
"I said, stripped all the clothes." He repeated his words.
The girl was so shocked that she couldn't react. She didn't know why Donovan was behaving in such a way.
Was this how their wedding night was supposed to proceed?
"Ohh do you want me to help you? What a naughty princess we have here." Donovan smiled when he saw her flushed face. He has guessed by now that something was wrong with her and Silja was angry for some reason, but he focused on the task at hand.
He moved his feet and started to walk around her in a circle. He stood behind her and moved his fingers in the air and with movements of his hand, the laces of her dress started to loosen up. He didn't want to do that but when he saw her unmoving he couldn't help.
Silja felt her dress loosen and hastily tried to secure it.
What was he doing?
He came forward after opening all the laces from behind. And before Silja could understand anything Donovan used his hidden tricks.
And with just another snap of his fingers, the dress fell on the floor.
"Nooo"
The girl's eyes were filled with tears but she refused to let them fall. Silja was feeling utterly humiliated.
From the moment lady Priscilla left the chamber Silja found herself falling in deep thought. Her head was in a frenzy as she couldn't stop but felt lady Priscilla's words resounding in her head continuously.
The previous excitement of meeting Donovan was gone. Instead, she felt like not meeting Donovan for the time being. But there was nothing she could do when Abrielle and Genie came to check on her.. What happened was between him and Donovan so Silja didn't say anything to them.
Chapter 214: Wedding Night
"Milady doesn't mind what she is…." Sinthia walked ahead to pacify Silja but Silja raised her hand indicating her to stop talking.
The look in her eyes was so terrifying.
"Leave," Silja said in a low voice and Sinthia didn't dare to stay there more than a second.
###
At midnight, Donovan returned.
"Where is the princess?" the first question left his mouth.
"Her highness is waiting in his highness's main chamber," the maid bowed her head and replied.
His already red eyes have turned darker, Donovan has a big frown on his face. It was clear from his expression that the man was tired. It has been more than three days since he last rested and now the tiredness was making him impatient and grumpy.
After he interrogated Gwen's mother he has spent the last whole day searching for clues for the people who helped Gwen. He didn't want to delay the procedure because if he did the people would be able to cover their traces successfully and he didn't want that. So he looked into everything himself.
"Prince Donovan, shall I take my leave now?" Garrett, who was beside him, asked cautiously.
Well, Donovan wasn't alone who was working non-stop in the past few days but Garrett was also with him. The man was on the verge of collapsing without proper sleep.
Donovan looked at his squire and then nodded, "Report tomorrow morning," but not before giving the order.
"What?" Garrett looks at Donovan with his mouth open.
He didn't know if he should be happy that he was finally going to get some sleep or should cry that he had to join work even before he could rest properly. But Donovan gave him a side-eye at his question that frightened the life out of Garrett.
"As you say your highness," Garrett turned around and ran away in fear that if he stayed any longer his Prince might not let him rest that night.
Donovan saw him running away and shook his head. He couldn't bother to waste time on the poor squire.
He removed his coat and then straight went to his chamber.
# Inside Donovan's chamber#
The bride, dressed in a white wedding dress, was sitting inside the decorated wedding chamber.
Silja lifted her head and saw his handsome profile hidden in the shadows.
He was still dressed in his previous clothes, sweaty and dirty.
The whole room was lit dimly, scented candles were burning in every corner providing the perfect atmosphere for the wedding night.
But despite that Donovan could feel heaviness in the air, he then looked at the girl sitting on the bed, silently, sitting on his bed like a new bride that she was.
Donovan felt strange when Silja didn't even react to his arrival.
"Stand up." He ordered in his usual heavy indifferent voice which sounded more hoarse because of tiredness.
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Silja gazed at him for a moment with her misty hazel eyes but followed his order anyway.The dress was heavy, making her movements clumsy.
She moved out of bed and stood in front of him. Their eyes met for a second before Silja looked down.
Behind the transparent veil, Donovan could see her expressionless face. Her look was the same as before when she arrived in the North.
Donovan narrowed his eyes, then slowly removed the veil from her face.
Her soft red hair was curled up and twisted in the braid, with some accessories to hold them.
Her usual red lips looked even more fluffy because of the red tint she has used.
Her long eyelashes were turned down and her cheeks had slight blush on them. The identical ivory dress was making her look pure and noble.
Perfect was the only word that came to Donovan's mind.
But still, he found that despite her perfect appearance something was amiss.
Especially when Silja avoided looking him straight in the eyes. But he avoided that feeling.
"Stripe," he ordered as she stood up in front of him. His hands were bound behind as he looked at the girl, observing her.
"Huh?" Silja snapped her head and looked at him in shock.
The girl was so shocked that she couldn't react. She didn't know why Donovan was behaving in such a way.
Was this how their wedding night was supposed to proceed?
"Ohh do you want me to help you? What a naughty princess we have here." Donovan smiled when he saw her flushed face. He has guessed by now that something was wrong with her and Silja was angry for some reason, but he focused on the task at hand.
He moved his feet and started to walk around her in a circle. He stood behind her and moved his fingers in the air and with movements of his hand, the laces of her dress started to loosen up. He didn't want to do that but when he saw her unmoving he couldn't help.
Silja felt her dress loosen and hastily tried to secure it.
What was he doing?
He came forward after opening all the laces from behind. And before Silja could understand anything Donovan used his hidden tricks.
And with just another snap of his fingers, the dress fell on the floor.
"Nooo"
The girl's eyes were filled with tears but she refused to let them fall. Silja was feeling utterly humiliated.
From the moment lady Priscilla left the chamber Silja found herself falling in deep thought. Her head was in a frenzy as she couldn't stop but felt lady Priscilla's words resounding in her head continuously.
The previous excitement of meeting Donovan was gone. Instead, she felt like not meeting Donovan for the time being. But there was nothing she could do when Abrielle and Genie came to check on her.. What happened was between him and Donovan so Silja didn't say anything to them.
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