Mated To The Hybrid Prince - Chapter 110: Chapter 110
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(Zion’s POV)
Lucien sat beside me in the back seat, staring out the window, no doubt sensing the fury that pulsed through my veins.
"We heading straight home?" he asked, finally breaking the silence as we left Lily’s home.
"No," I said, my voice a low growl. "Tell the chauffeur we’re stopping in front of the neighbor’s house."
Lucien turned to me sharply. "The witch's place?"
I nodded.
He scoffed. "Zion, what if she’s evil? I mean, why did she move close to us despite hating our species, our family? Aren't you suspicious that it's for a bad agenda?”
"And what if it's none of this? What if she’s not evil?” I snapped. "What if she’s exactly what we need at this time? We’ll never know if we don't try.”
The car stopped in front of the woman’s gate, and Lucien and I got down. Our guards followed behind, but I raised my hand. “Stay!"
They hesitated but obeyed.
Lucien looked tense as we approached the gate, but before we could knock, it creaked open slowly on its own.
A chill swept through me... Not from the cold, from something else; something old.
We stepped inside.
The house was dimly lit, its air thick with incense and old magic. The walls were lined with jars of dried herbs, and shelves full of ancient books. Everything was dark wood and flickering candlelight, the furniture heavy and antique. A massive, black-feathered raven watched us from the archway.
She stood barefoot by the window in a long white gown, her hair wild, curls tumbling over her shoulders. She didn’t turn.
"So, what brings the Prince and his cousin to my house?" her voice was cold.
I didn’t flinch. "We’re here to speak with you."
Her head tilted slightly at the disgust in my tone.
Yes, I had grown up hearing stories and reading scrolls about the evils of witches. How they couldn’t be trusted. But my parents never spoke of them with hate. In fact, they once trusted one; who disappeared from our realm without a trace.
I remember when I was much younger, just after meeting Ragnar newly. He told me that the venom from my fangs could kill a witch. My mother later confirmed it from one of her visions.
Still, I’d never had the opportunity to try it out… though I wouldn't mind trying it now on this witch if she proves dangerous.
She turned slowly, her eyes sharp as blades.
"Or perhaps," she said calmly, "you came to kill me instead?"
I shrugged.
Lucien quickly stepped in, raising both hands. "Please. We're not here for that. We need your help."
She held my stare before looking at Lucien. Then she sighed, drew the curtains shut, and moved the low wooden table at the center of the sitting room. Beneath it was a deep purple mat, and she sat cross-legged on it.
"Let's hear it," she muttered, closing her eyes.
I hesitated only briefly. "I'm… confused. My beast is sensing things I don’t understand. Sometimes I feel like there are missing pieces of my soul. I want whatever's lost to be restored."
"Hmmm..." she hummed, drawing invisible symbols in the air. Blue, green, and violet lights pulsed from her fingertips as she whispered in an ancient tongue, "Evatua meliosa vencredix tobua mashta ku ta li."
The air thickened. Wind curled around us despite the sealed windows. The raven cawed loudly.
Her head suddenly jerked back, spine arched unnaturally. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the lights burst into white.
Then—silence.
She gasped and fell forward, panting. When she looked up, her eyes were bloodshot.
Lucien leaned in. "What did you see?"
She steadied herself. "A powerful spell has bound your memories," she said hoarsely. "Cast by an older witch, skilled in ancient knowledge."
I clenched my fists. That witch who vanished... Could it be her?
I swallowed hard. "When will it break?"
She looked at me solemnly. "When the seasons and time conform to love. When the blood moon aligns with the shadow of fate… only then will the binding shatter."
The words rolled over me like a fog.
Lucien frowned. "What does that even mean?"
She exhaled. "I am Rose, and I only speak what the divinities reveal."
I narrowed my eyes. "Is there another way?"
She hesitated. "There is… but it comes at a price."
"What price?"
Her eyes glowed faintly. "Either your potency to bear children… or your right to the crown."
The room stilled.
Lucien stepped forward. "You can't be serious."
But she was.
The silence between us grew long, and heavy... I stared at the floor, the fire in my chest dulled to cold.
Give up Alex having siblings? Or surrender the throne?
Lucien sat beside me in the back seat, staring out the window, no doubt sensing the fury that pulsed through my veins.
"We heading straight home?" he asked, finally breaking the silence as we left Lily’s home.
"No," I said, my voice a low growl. "Tell the chauffeur we’re stopping in front of the neighbor’s house."
Lucien turned to me sharply. "The witch's place?"
I nodded.
He scoffed. "Zion, what if she’s evil? I mean, why did she move close to us despite hating our species, our family? Aren't you suspicious that it's for a bad agenda?”
"And what if it's none of this? What if she’s not evil?” I snapped. "What if she’s exactly what we need at this time? We’ll never know if we don't try.”
The car stopped in front of the woman’s gate, and Lucien and I got down. Our guards followed behind, but I raised my hand. “Stay!"
They hesitated but obeyed.
Lucien looked tense as we approached the gate, but before we could knock, it creaked open slowly on its own.
A chill swept through me... Not from the cold, from something else; something old.
We stepped inside.
The house was dimly lit, its air thick with incense and old magic. The walls were lined with jars of dried herbs, and shelves full of ancient books. Everything was dark wood and flickering candlelight, the furniture heavy and antique. A massive, black-feathered raven watched us from the archway.
She stood barefoot by the window in a long white gown, her hair wild, curls tumbling over her shoulders. She didn’t turn.
"So, what brings the Prince and his cousin to my house?" her voice was cold.
I didn’t flinch. "We’re here to speak with you."
Her head tilted slightly at the disgust in my tone.
Yes, I had grown up hearing stories and reading scrolls about the evils of witches. How they couldn’t be trusted. But my parents never spoke of them with hate. In fact, they once trusted one; who disappeared from our realm without a trace.
I remember when I was much younger, just after meeting Ragnar newly. He told me that the venom from my fangs could kill a witch. My mother later confirmed it from one of her visions.
Still, I’d never had the opportunity to try it out… though I wouldn't mind trying it now on this witch if she proves dangerous.
She turned slowly, her eyes sharp as blades.
"Or perhaps," she said calmly, "you came to kill me instead?"
I shrugged.
Lucien quickly stepped in, raising both hands. "Please. We're not here for that. We need your help."
She held my stare before looking at Lucien. Then she sighed, drew the curtains shut, and moved the low wooden table at the center of the sitting room. Beneath it was a deep purple mat, and she sat cross-legged on it.
"Let's hear it," she muttered, closing her eyes.
I hesitated only briefly. "I'm… confused. My beast is sensing things I don’t understand. Sometimes I feel like there are missing pieces of my soul. I want whatever's lost to be restored."
"Hmmm..." she hummed, drawing invisible symbols in the air. Blue, green, and violet lights pulsed from her fingertips as she whispered in an ancient tongue, "Evatua meliosa vencredix tobua mashta ku ta li."
The air thickened. Wind curled around us despite the sealed windows. The raven cawed loudly.
Her head suddenly jerked back, spine arched unnaturally. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the lights burst into white.
Then—silence.
She gasped and fell forward, panting. When she looked up, her eyes were bloodshot.
Lucien leaned in. "What did you see?"
She steadied herself. "A powerful spell has bound your memories," she said hoarsely. "Cast by an older witch, skilled in ancient knowledge."
I clenched my fists. That witch who vanished... Could it be her?
I swallowed hard. "When will it break?"
She looked at me solemnly. "When the seasons and time conform to love. When the blood moon aligns with the shadow of fate… only then will the binding shatter."
The words rolled over me like a fog.
Lucien frowned. "What does that even mean?"
She exhaled. "I am Rose, and I only speak what the divinities reveal."
I narrowed my eyes. "Is there another way?"
She hesitated. "There is… but it comes at a price."
"What price?"
Her eyes glowed faintly. "Either your potency to bear children… or your right to the crown."
The room stilled.
Lucien stepped forward. "You can't be serious."
But she was.
The silence between us grew long, and heavy... I stared at the floor, the fire in my chest dulled to cold.
Give up Alex having siblings? Or surrender the throne?
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