The Devil's Cursed Witch

Ember stood up and the two led her way towards the door. Reya opened the door and they were welcomed by the pleasant breeze that caused their hair and skirts to flutter behind them.

“A balcony!”

Ember stepped forward and let her eyes roam around the huge balcony attached to the study. There was a small table with a single ornate chair on the side. She could not help but beam in delight as she walked ahead.

From her position, it felt as if she was overlooking the entire kingdom. The fresh breeze felt so pleasant against her skin, and she didn’t feel like she needed to go to the garden. Her long brown hair danced along the direction of the breeze as her curious eyes appreciated the sight before her.

“This is beautiful,” Ember said and then realized she felt a little cold.

“I will get a warm coat for you,” Reya said and left in a hurry.

“I will arrange freshly-brewed tea, Miss. I shall excuse myself.” Clio left as well.

Just as Ember was about to head towards the railing of that huge balcony, she felt a presence approach her from above. Large wings blocked the sunlight for a moment before folding behind a certain person the moment he landed at the railing.

“Hey, little fe–”

His words were stuck in his throat as the wind blew, and a certain sweet scent messed with his senses. He almost stopped breathing.

“Morph!” Ember let out a bright smile at the sight of the handsome winged warrior, unaware that the man himself was frozen stiff from shock.

“Stop…stop there…” he forced those words out as he put his hand forward.

Ember felt puzzled but she still listened to him and stayed in place.

‘Her scent…’ Morph tried to not get affected by it, but he was failing. ‘…it’s so intoxicating…so different and so…’ He shook his head. ‘No, what am I thinking?’ His heart was almost jumping out of his ribcage and he felt like he would fall into temptation if he were to stay even a minute longer.

“Morph, what happened? Is something wrong?” she asked, seeing him cover his face with his hands. He didn’t act like his usual smiling self.

“Ember, I am sorry, but I have to go. I will see you soon,” was all he said before he fled away without even waiting for her reply.

‘What happened to him?’ she wondered, but then, her attention was pulled by her servant’s arrival.

“Miss, were you talking to someone? I think I heard a voice…” Reya asked, her pointed ears twitching, as she put the warm coat over her shoulders.

Ember was about to answer when Clio timely brought freshly-brewed tea in a tray and asked the other elf to help her arrange it on the table. This caused Reya to forget the question she asked.

After she was seated, Ember looked at the two. “Why don’t you two bring over chairs and have tea with me?”

It shocked the two. “No, Miss Ember, we dare not!”

“Why?” Ember asked.

“You are the King’s mate and we are mere servants working under him,” Reya answered.

“Is being his mate that special?” Ember asked.

The two thought Ember was just being humble and just smiled.

“Get yourselves chairs and have tea with me. This is the order of the King’s mate,” Ember said, copying the way they talk about her and Draven. Especially when it came to Yula, she had always been ‘the King ordered this’ and ‘Sire said that’. The young human was surprised when she found out it worked.

The two servants left to get chairs while Ember thought about something.

“Mate? I wonder what is so special about this. Maybe I can find a book and learn about it.” She nodded in satisfaction. “Let’s do it then.”

After a while, the two servants returned with chairs and they enjoyed teatime with Ember in the large balcony.

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While Ember was enjoying her tea, a certain shapeshifter, one of the strongest descendants of the Divine Eagles in the history of the feathered race and the commander of all the warriors of the Kingdom of Agartha, was struggling to keep his sanity after he smelled that seductive scent from the human female.

Morpheus had seen Ember from high up in the sky and thought to talk to her as he had never gotten the chance ever since Draven marked her, but not in his wildest dream would he have thought he would have to face her in that situation.

He was flying so high up as fast as he could using his strength to calm himself and distract his mind, but he simply could not.

‘I have come across the scents of various females in my clan and other clans, but never ever have I been affected by them like this. No scent felt this tempting. How can she smell so good? It’s making my mind go crazy. Why am I not able to calm myself? This little female is dangerous. She doesn’t even realize how much she could affect males around her.’

He had almost left the skies of Agartha, yet he was still unable to calm down. Not having any other option, Morpheus sped down towards the ground from the sky at a speed like a strike of lightning, and a loud sound of water splashing echoed in the otherwise silent river. It was not just the sound of a body hitting the water, but it was as if there was an explosion the moment he hit the surface of the river due to the insane speed he was diving.

In a blink of an eye, the winged man reached the bottom of the river where the water was dark and freezing and felt content. He believed that under the freezing element of this river water, it was a good place for his mind to go blank.

Holding his breath, he lay at the deepest part of the riverbed with his eyes closed, but then, a thought struck his mind.

‘If I am like this, then I wonder what that Dragon is doing?’

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A/N- Thank you everyone for showing your support last month to the novel with all the votes and gifts. This is the new month and I plan to write more. I hope you all will continue to support me in this journey of WSA 2022.