The Devil's Cursed Witch

Just as the two mates were indulging in a passionate kiss, someone was frozen just beyond the door, her eyes wide open as she witnessed the scene from the doorway.

The door of the chamber was left open as Draven was standing there a while ago. When Clio and Reya left the chamber, they did not bother to stand guard outside and left the hallway unattended.

Isa got to know that Draven had gone to visit Ember, and thus, she thought it a good chance to go to meet her, thinking that with the King present there, that shameless Ember would not be able to send her away.

She found it a good chance to show how Ember wronged her in front of Draven. He had asked her to apologize to his mate, but though she planned to comply with his order, it was with the intention of creating more trouble for Ember. Apology would be nothing but a fake one.

‘But this…’

Not even once in her wildest imagination could she have guessed that she would get to see something so disgustingly bloodcurdling.

Draven kissing that pathetic human.

She could not bear it. The situation they were in, that intimacy, Isa could not help but get furious.

‘That should have been me! That is my place!’

In her mind, she was the one who should have been the King’s mate. It should have been her showered with his love but….this human had ruined everything.

The pair of mates were so immersed in their intimate act that they didn’t know someone was standing at the door glaring daggers at them.

With wrath filling her mind and tears filling her eyes, Isa disappeared from the doorway.

‘That human, she doesn’t deserve what is mine!’

After that long passionate kiss, finally Draven stopped and pulled away from his mate. Ember still had her eyes closed as she was trying to catch her breath, gasping from her mouth.Her small face scarlet red, those lips swollen and wet…

Draven found her appearance beautiful.

He didn’t wish to pull away from her and continued to hold her close, his face still close to hers, observing her closely.

Ember opened her eyes, only to see his pair of red eyes looking back at her. Her mind was blank and she was not able to think about anything.

All she could see and think was her mate and his touches, that intimacy and the seductive but comforting scent coming from him. Everything that had occupied her mind before— those displeased thoughts, anger, and hate—suddenly disappeared and she felt peaceful.

She could only stare at those red eyes which didn’t look scary to her at this moment.

Knowing he would soon lose control, Draven let her go and she immediately stepped away from him, her back hitting the wall. And then, reality struck her, and she felt a complicated web of emotions with shame at the forefront.

‘What have I done? Why did we—’

She was upset at him. She wanted to give him the silent treatment. Yet…Yet…

She couldn’t understand how this came about, why he approached her when he would always distance himself from her as if she was something he would not allow closer to him.

Ember let out a shaky breath as she looked up at him. “Y-Your Majesty, why did you—”

“I don’t know any other way to comfort you,” he replied calmly with that cold dignified voice, trying his best to hold back and not pounce on his mate who was smelling delicious at this moment.

How he almost thought to not wait for her consent and just do as he wished with her. How he wished to crush that delicate body under him, never to let her go away from him, but…he couldn’t.

Such desires could only remain in his thoughts for now.

‘Comfort me? Such an Intimate…umm… embarrassing way of comforting!’

She didn’t know how to react to his claim, but she could feel the anger brewing inside her had faded before she knew it and her mind was calm. She almost wondered if his way of comforting her really worked on her. She only knew she liked what he did with her and she found her mind becoming peaceful thanks to the scent coming from him.

She shook her head to get those thoughts out of her mind and asked, “Didn’t Your Majesty agree to leave after telling you about my dream?”

“I never agreed to it,” Draven replied straightforwardly.

‘Think of it…’ Ember realized Draven didn’t say yes or no at that time and simply asked her again about her dream and she was the fool to take it as yes from him.

She blamed herself but then heard Draven continue, “I believe it helped to calm your mind. If not, we can try it again….”

“Ah! No! I am fine now.”

She immediately increased the distance between them, taking advantage of that chance as she knew there was a limit to her resistance to his scent. After calming herself a bit, she threw a curious glance his way.

“Uhm, may I ask a question? If I am not wrong, Your Majesty intends to stay away from me as if I am a plague. Then why—”

“Because I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied with a straight face. “If I don’t keep my distance from you, your scent will affect me and I—”

“I-I understood,” she interrupted him as she didn’t want to hear from him what he would do.

Her face had turned red and she didn’t dare look at him. She was aware of everything now and she was not ready to even hear about it, let alone think about doing it with her mate.

Draven knew he was reaching his limit and he needed to leave. As he was about to go, he gave her parting words.

“Instead of confining yourself in your room, a stroll outside will help you feel better.”

Ember simply kept her head hanging low until her mate had left. The moment he disappeared from her sight, she felt her legs turn weak. To her surprise, she found herself sitting on the bed which was just behind her. She didn’t even realize how she got here and patted her chest to calm her heart. She tried not to think about what they had done.

After a while, her servants entered the chamber with wide smiles on their lips.

“Miss, please come with us to the garden.”

Ember looked at them. “What happened?”

“His Majesty—”

“There is something for you, Miss,” Clio interrupted her excited cousin as she didn’t want her to spoil it. “Miss, it would be better if you see it in person. Please come with us.”

Ember reluctantly agreed and followed her servants. Even Draven had told her to go out so she would feel better.

‘A little sunlight won’t hurt…’

Just as they reached the entrance of the garden, Ember saw something she had never seen before. On the part of the garden where there was a large patch of grass surrounding a single large tree, there was a swing hanging down its largest branch.

“A swing?” Ember mumbled as a smile inevitably grew on her face, reaching ear to ear.

With that reaction, her servants smiled as well. They were relieved to see that their master no longer looked gloomy.

“Yes, Miss! His Majesty had ordered the other servants to have this swing made for you.”

Ember understood this was the reason why he suggested for her to go out and take a stroll. She could not help but thank him in her heart and walked towards the swing.

Long ropes were tied to the strongest branch of the tall and huge tree and at the end of those ropes, there was a rectangular wooden frame attached for a single person to sit down. The thick ropes were covered and intertwined with vines and wild flowers in full bloom, making it look better than what Ember could ever imagine.

“Miss, please sit here.”

“We will push the swing for you.”

The two servants held the swing for her, and when she sat on it, she realized it was tailored for her height as her feet were a few inches above the grassy ground. Her servants pushed the swing, and soon, the sweet sounds of their laughter could be heard from the garden.

“Miss, do you want it to go higher?”

Ember immediately agreed and the elves fulfilled her wish.

Draven was standing somewhere at the outskirts of the garden, but his eyes could see his mate giggling like a little girl. Her green eyes were filled with happiness, as if she had a long forgotten wish of hers come true.

‘Such a small thing is enough to make her happy.’