bChapter /bb38 /b

bValencia /b

I didn’t quite understand what he meant. But then I hadn’t fought wars or seen my loved ones die in front of my eyes.

There was sadness in his beyes/bb. /bOne you couldn’t fake.

I felt a twinge of pity for him, but he noticed my expressions and added, “Don’t give me that look”

I walked towards one of the chairs and sat on it to give myself something to do.

looking /baway.

This man that I had bought as a boy toy, this man who had cleaned my room and done the dishes he was not a random guy.

He was a fucking prince of this kingdom. It was hard to wrap my head around that.

“You are a literal prince. Like a real prince of bthis /bkingdom?” I asked, unable to help mysell.

“I am one of the many kids that the king had in search of his true heir bthat /bwould find the witch and bring her back to us so that we could force her to reverse the curse. Or at least tell us what it took to break it.”

I shifted ufortably in my seat.

“How many brothers…or sisters do you have?”

“Living, a few.”

That answer made me stare at him. olliiThe /iwou /li/ol

way he answered the question told me there were far more dead siblings than alive.

Did that mean his father has a concubine of some sorts? Did he even bknow /bwho his mother was?

I shuddered at that thought as unease crept up through me.

“You aren’t very good at faking emotions. All your thoughts are written inly over your face.”

say/b.

“I am so sorry

response/bb. /b

“It’s okay.”

I rified. “For everything that’s happened to you. Not my inability to guard my expressions.”

He nodded thoughtfully.

“Ahh. I see. Well, it is not required. We are used to war and mayhem, but frankly, I am sick of it.”

“Uh, so this witch…Morwenna, right? I take it you didn’t find her. But why did you bring me here?”

“Because you are herst living heir.”

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“What?” I eximed in shock and stood up from the seat.

That couldn’t be possible..

“You are mistaking me for someone else.” I tried to exin.

“I have never met a witch, nor had I ever heard the name Morwenna before btoday/b.”

However,n shook his head

“I know it is hard for you to believe it but you are her descendant. Thest living descendant of witch Morwenna.”

I looked at him nervously.

“And you expect me to awaken some powers and magically cure this kingdom of the curse you mentionedb?/b”

I had no powers. I was ba /bwyer at best. There was not a drop of magic in me.

“I am not rted to bthis /bwitchb. /bPlease trust me.”

I answered, to which he replied, “I bknew /byou would find it hard to believe. But let me show you something.”

He said and headed towards the door.

“Hey, where are you going?”

I asked, and he was already boutside /bthe door.

“They say a witch’s blood is powerful. And that its dormant powers are passed down from a generation to the other. Even if the person isn’t aware of the magic in themselves, it is very much there. We weren’t able to find the witch, but we found something powerful.”

“What did you find?”

“A vial of her blood. Where we found that is a story for another time. Even a drop bof /bba /bwitch’s blood is very potent. So to build this house, we used one precious drop of blood that we added to a bucket full of bricks. Mind you, just one.”

He said and raised ba /bfinger.

“And what does that bhave /bto bdo /bwith me?” I asked, bgrowing /bcurious.

“You are in the house of your ancestor. Blood speaks to blood. Try doing something.”

I looked around.

The bhouse /bdidn’t call out to me, nor did I bfeel /banything strange.

“Like what?”

He shrugged. “Like calling out her name?”

I snorted. “Morwenna!! Hey!! Look, your great great granddaughter is here!!”

I shouted aloud to the house as if it would react to me.

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Cleptes 19

tan only kept watching me hopefully

Thad raced my hands to the sides and upward as if I was about to embrace the ceiling,

I shouted Morwenna’s name a few more times, but nothing happened. There was no gust of wind, no cracking of windows or creaking of doors.

Het my hands fall to the sides, and they pped my thighs as I looked at him and repeated

See, nothing is happening”

“No, you are not doing it right. Try again.”

tried already,” I countered.

This was starting to feel stupid to me.

n, I sympathize with you, but you are blinded by your need to find a cure to the curse. I am not who you think. Just tell me the way home, and I will help you whoever it is you need.”

Butn shook his head.

“It is you, it has to be you.”

“How can you be so sure?” I asked, and he looked up at me.

“Because the witch was known to have only one identification mark. Just one.”

I cocked an eyebrow.

“And what might that be?”

“A mole that was almost shaped like a star. Just under the bcorbone/bb./bb” /b

I stared at him in shock.

“I dont have it”

“You do. However, it only shows up when you are feeling heightened emotions. Like you are now.”

My eyes turned even wider.

That was so not true.

But the confidence with which he spoke had me turning around to inspect myself in one of the window panes.

I slowly inched towards it and lowered the neckline of my dress

And gasped.

There was a star shaped mole on my skin. One I had never seen bre.

Right under my corbone to the left.

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I turned ton in surprise.

I

“No way!” I breathed.

But he only gave me a wide grin.

“Told you”

I kept staring at the reflection in shock and ran towards the closest mirror that was in one of the bedrooms after looking around for

one.

I pulled my dress’s neckline further down to get a good look, I hoped I wasn’t hallucinating

I had never seen that mark in my life.

And yet it was there.

But the real question was, when had he seen it? And how was he so sure he had the right girl and not some random stranger?

I stomped my feet and walked back towards him while he stood grinning by the doorframe.

“I want you to tell me what is going on without missing any detail. How did you know I had the mark? And how did you manage to show up as High Inquisitor? Most importantly, what were you doing at that pub, Wolves and Whiskey all those nights ago? Why did you not just kidnap me and bring me here the moment you saw me, instead of ying along to be a callboy and earning my trust? Why? Answer me!!!!”

I shouted, but beforen could reply, I saw another head poke in the house from beside him. A man who looked slightly older than him was poking his head inside.

His gaze settled on me, and he gave me a wicked grin.

“So is that her?” He askedb. /b