Valencia

Shit.

I had not expected him to walk out of the room. And I also realized we hadn’t really fought a lot.

Killian was not a dark, broody and arrogant asshole of a Lycan but a kind and gentle one. He reserved his anger because he had a temper tantrum.

for when it is right, didn’t justsh out

I had seen him calm and collected at times when I really was pissed and then his eyes burning with anger when I was frightened.

I just didn’t understand what went on in his head at times.

I waited for a while for him toe around and my ears were trained on taking note of approaching footsteps, but there were none outside the door.

Sighing, I sat on the bed, and my gaze flicked to the windows outside. Only then did I realize we were high up off the ground.

I walked towards the window and threw it open.

Faraway, I could hear the ocean water sshing against the rocks. But the moon had long disappeared from the horizon.

Streaks of white were piercing through the sky, indicating the arrival of dawn.

The entire night had passed already, and it was close to sunrise.

Had Killian slept at all?

I looked at the bed. And then at the room.

Calling it a room was wrong because it was more of a suite with several rooms attached to it. rooms and a huge bathroom.

It h

was bigger than

my apartment with interconnecting

The room didn’t have anything that indicated he loved staying here, no personal items or anything. It looked just like any other room in the pce, just

grander.

I had been too distractedst night to give this room a proper look and now that he wasn’t here, I deci

to do that.

The main room that we were in was more like a grand hall with a bed and basic furniture. The huge windows opened up on the side of the coast, giving an unobstructed view of the water.

I walked through therge quarters iof /ihis and saw a few more rooms inside. There were beds and wardrobes but one had a table and chair.

I inspected it and saw that it was a study made of wood entirely. The nightmp was burning, and the desk was littered with scrolls, books and parchments scattered all over it.

I noticed the cover of the book thaty on top of a heap and realized it was the same one he had been reading in the library while I bickered with him.

Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the opaque ss door separating it from the rest bof /bthe quarters.

The room smelled of ink and paper and Killian. There were numerous papers rolled and thrown all around the floor.

Had he been working on something?

I turned the me of the oilmp a notch brighter and looked around. There were several books lying open bon /bthe bdesk/b, and bthe /bbsmudges /bbof ink /bband /bfingerprints were visible too.

3.47b% /b

I pulled the chair closer and flipped a few pages. It contained information on most known witches, the spells they used etc.

My heart began to pound as I looked for a mention of Morwenna. But even after looking through all the books for hours, I could find nothing rted to

her.

The books mentioned other witches and wizards that I ahd never heard of, their rise and fall, their covens etc, but all the books had nothing on Morwenna.

That is weird.

This kingdom was gued by her curse. There was bound to be something on her, right?

Maybe that is what he was doing at the library then. Trying to find out something about her.

I let my back slump behind on the chair and thought about it.

Was he busy trying to find more information about her in the library when Maelyn found Ime? I had not even told him about her or that courtier who had just run away.

Maelyn wasn’t loyal to Martin, and neither was he to her.

Could that issue stem from the fact that Martin could not give her a child? I recalled Killian saying that they were all unable to produce children.

Was the spell so potent that it could affect so many people? I doubt most of them were even born when that great war happened.

My mind drifted off in various directions, and one thought after another kept popping up in my brain. It all felt like a giant puzzle that I was trying to decode.

I spent my time reading through the books and didn’t even realize when my eyes started to feel heavy and I grew drowsy.

Killian and the others strongly believed I could do magic. Frankly speaking, I had not even tried it.

Could I?

I held my hands up in front of my eyes and inspected them. They looked ordinary to me.

However, some mages and wizards had awakened their powers veryte ording to these books.

Maybe I could ifind /ia way to do so for myself? Then, I would first kick Martin’s ass before getting this kingdom free of its curse. And if I could, I would also find a way ito /iensure that ipiece /iof shit is never able father children.

He would never make a good father and the child born to him will be resent himself whole life. So, in a way, I was doing his future child and the people a great favor.

ay

Maybe that was the reason Maelyn was fucking around too then. Couldn’t me her for not wanting to be with someone who couldn’t give her a family.

But then my thoughts drifted to Killian. Would he also never be able ito /ibear kids? And why did that affect me?

I shook my head ito /ibring it back from straying into unwanted territory. Killian and this ce were not something I would tie myself to, I would just quickly find a way to awaken my magic and find a way to leave instead of rotting here forever.

With that thought in mind, I quickly went to the bathroom to wash my face, wipe it and then returned to his study.

iAnd /ithen I began reading.

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