Mated To The Hybrid Prince - Chapter 111: Chapter 111
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(Zion’s POV)
"... your potency to bear children or your right to the crown".
The witch’s words echoed in my head as I stepped out of her house. The cold night air slapped against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me.
Give up the throne or my potency? Just to remember what was taken from me?
Ridiculous.
What if Lily's kids weren’t even mine? What if I was being played? I clenched my fists as I walked toward the waiting car. Lucien gave Rose a courteous nod at the balcony and muttered, “Thank you,” before catching up to me.
Our protocols stood alert outside, hands behind their backs, expressions unreadable. A few of them decided to walk back since the house was just a stone’s throw away, while Lucien and I got into the car. The drive was quiet, but not peaceful. My mind reeled with all the witch had said.
What does "when season conform to love... and the blood moon align with the shadow of fate" even mean?
I turned my head to the window, and muttered a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess for strength. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I didn’t even know what was real anymore.
By the time we pulled up at our home, the house lights glowed warmly against the dark sky. As we stepped out, a scream of excitement burst through the foyer.
“Finally!”
It was Zelda.
She practically skipped toward us, beaming. Two maids trailed behind her and bowed politely as we entered the grand hallway. Zelda clasped her hands together, eyes twinkling.
“I cooked dinner!” she announced.
Lucien froze mid-step. I blinked.
“You what?” he asked, glancing at me.
Zelda nodded eagerly. “Yes! I wanted to surprise you both.”
Lucien’s eyebrows rose. I could almost see the memory flashing through his mind... the same one I had.
Years ago, when Zelda tried to make pancakes, and nearly burned the palace kitchen. Since then, she’d been lovingly banned from the kitchen.
“You cooked?” I asked, wary.
She grabbed both of our arms. “Come! You’ll love it!”
Lucien gave me a look that said: We might die tonight.
Still, we followed her into the dining hall. The long table was already set, and the maids began bringing in dishes; lots of them. They moved quickly but avoided eye contact, their expressions twitching like they were trying not to show any emotion.
We sat down slowly.
Zelda didn’t join us. Instead, she stood opposite the table, watching like a judge waiting for a verdict.
Lucien reached for a spoon first. He took a bite, chewed and his jaw slowed.
Zelda leaned forward expectantly. “Well?”
Lucien forced a tight smile. “It’s... good.”
His eyes didn’t match his words. Not even close.
Now it was my turn. I scooped a small portion and placed it carefully in my mouth.
My taste buds screamed. The seasoning was too much. Too salty. Too spicy. Too… everything. I felt bile rise up but swallowed hard and reached quickly for my glass of water.
“So,” I said after three gulps, “what’s the occasion?”
Zelda clasped her hands behind her back, blushing. “Well... I have a date tomorrow.”
Lucien nearly choked on his water. I blinked. “A what now?”
“A date,” she repeated, a little more confidently. “With my mate.”
Lucien and I exchanged glances.
“Already?” he asked.
“It’s just a simple one,” she shrugged. “But after the date, I want to bring him here.”
I raised a brow. “Here? As in this house?”
She nodded.
Lucien frowned. “Don’t you think that’s a bit soon?”
Zelda tilted her head. “I just want him to meet you both. He’s important to me.”
There was something vulnerable in her eyes, and that softened both of us. Lucien leaned back, sighing.
“Fine. It’s probably a good idea we meet him sooner than later anyway.”
I nodded. “Is he… spending the night?”
Zelda's cheeks turned a shade of crimson. “What? No! I just want him to come over for a few minutes.”
She paused, then added with a proud little smile, “So he can taste my delicious cooking.”
The silence that followed lasted only a beat before Lucien and I burst out laughing.
We laughed so hard that Lucien nearly dropped his fork, and I had to cover my mouth. A tear streaked down Lucien’s cheek.
Zelda folded her arms. “Why are you laughing?”
We gasped out in unison, “Nothing!”
Later that evening, after I’d buried myself in work in my room, I decided to take a walk. My head was heavy with unanswered questions, and my heart was barely lighter.
The wind was gentle as I stepped into the compound, the night air cooling my skin. I moved along the cobbled path between the trimmed hedges, trying to stretch the tightness in my shoulders.
That was when I saw movement near the neighboring house, the same house we had left not long ago.
I paused.
A male figure approached the gate and stepped in like he belonged there.
I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head.
The light from the porch caught his face.
My breath caught.
Tobe.
It was unmistakable.
What was he doing in the witch’s house?
My jaw tightened.
Was this why the kids mentioned him? Was he working with her?
"... your potency to bear children or your right to the crown".
The witch’s words echoed in my head as I stepped out of her house. The cold night air slapped against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me.
Give up the throne or my potency? Just to remember what was taken from me?
Ridiculous.
What if Lily's kids weren’t even mine? What if I was being played? I clenched my fists as I walked toward the waiting car. Lucien gave Rose a courteous nod at the balcony and muttered, “Thank you,” before catching up to me.
Our protocols stood alert outside, hands behind their backs, expressions unreadable. A few of them decided to walk back since the house was just a stone’s throw away, while Lucien and I got into the car. The drive was quiet, but not peaceful. My mind reeled with all the witch had said.
What does "when season conform to love... and the blood moon align with the shadow of fate" even mean?
I turned my head to the window, and muttered a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess for strength. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I didn’t even know what was real anymore.
By the time we pulled up at our home, the house lights glowed warmly against the dark sky. As we stepped out, a scream of excitement burst through the foyer.
“Finally!”
It was Zelda.
She practically skipped toward us, beaming. Two maids trailed behind her and bowed politely as we entered the grand hallway. Zelda clasped her hands together, eyes twinkling.
“I cooked dinner!” she announced.
Lucien froze mid-step. I blinked.
“You what?” he asked, glancing at me.
Zelda nodded eagerly. “Yes! I wanted to surprise you both.”
Lucien’s eyebrows rose. I could almost see the memory flashing through his mind... the same one I had.
Years ago, when Zelda tried to make pancakes, and nearly burned the palace kitchen. Since then, she’d been lovingly banned from the kitchen.
“You cooked?” I asked, wary.
She grabbed both of our arms. “Come! You’ll love it!”
Lucien gave me a look that said: We might die tonight.
Still, we followed her into the dining hall. The long table was already set, and the maids began bringing in dishes; lots of them. They moved quickly but avoided eye contact, their expressions twitching like they were trying not to show any emotion.
We sat down slowly.
Zelda didn’t join us. Instead, she stood opposite the table, watching like a judge waiting for a verdict.
Lucien reached for a spoon first. He took a bite, chewed and his jaw slowed.
Zelda leaned forward expectantly. “Well?”
Lucien forced a tight smile. “It’s... good.”
His eyes didn’t match his words. Not even close.
Now it was my turn. I scooped a small portion and placed it carefully in my mouth.
My taste buds screamed. The seasoning was too much. Too salty. Too spicy. Too… everything. I felt bile rise up but swallowed hard and reached quickly for my glass of water.
“So,” I said after three gulps, “what’s the occasion?”
Zelda clasped her hands behind her back, blushing. “Well... I have a date tomorrow.”
Lucien nearly choked on his water. I blinked. “A what now?”
“A date,” she repeated, a little more confidently. “With my mate.”
Lucien and I exchanged glances.
“Already?” he asked.
“It’s just a simple one,” she shrugged. “But after the date, I want to bring him here.”
I raised a brow. “Here? As in this house?”
She nodded.
Lucien frowned. “Don’t you think that’s a bit soon?”
Zelda tilted her head. “I just want him to meet you both. He’s important to me.”
There was something vulnerable in her eyes, and that softened both of us. Lucien leaned back, sighing.
“Fine. It’s probably a good idea we meet him sooner than later anyway.”
I nodded. “Is he… spending the night?”
Zelda's cheeks turned a shade of crimson. “What? No! I just want him to come over for a few minutes.”
She paused, then added with a proud little smile, “So he can taste my delicious cooking.”
The silence that followed lasted only a beat before Lucien and I burst out laughing.
We laughed so hard that Lucien nearly dropped his fork, and I had to cover my mouth. A tear streaked down Lucien’s cheek.
Zelda folded her arms. “Why are you laughing?”
We gasped out in unison, “Nothing!”
Later that evening, after I’d buried myself in work in my room, I decided to take a walk. My head was heavy with unanswered questions, and my heart was barely lighter.
The wind was gentle as I stepped into the compound, the night air cooling my skin. I moved along the cobbled path between the trimmed hedges, trying to stretch the tightness in my shoulders.
That was when I saw movement near the neighboring house, the same house we had left not long ago.
I paused.
A male figure approached the gate and stepped in like he belonged there.
I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head.
The light from the porch caught his face.
My breath caught.
Tobe.
It was unmistakable.
What was he doing in the witch’s house?
My jaw tightened.
Was this why the kids mentioned him? Was he working with her?
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