It had been a while since Luo had set foot in this empty bedroom. Was he busy?
To be honest, she missed this domineering man a little.
The exquisite doorknob in front of her eyes held a great attraction for her. If she pressed it hard, she might be able to leave this place...
Gathering her courage, she slowly raised her hand, her fingertips almost touching the cold metal.
"Where are you going?"
Startled, Ivina turned around and saw a stranger standing not far from her.
"Hello, Witch Gra Visata," the man bowed politely before slowly straightening up.
Ivina backed away fearfully toward the door. It wasn't her overreacting; the man's gaze was filled with unmistakable hostility.
That man was none other than the usually gentle S.
"I... just wanted to get some fresh air."
"I apologize for startling you. My name is S. Puzhi."
"Hello…" Ivina nervously swept her black hair away from her eyes, looking stiff and awkward.
S looked at the disheveled bedding and couldn't help but be surprised. Based on his assumptions, shouldn't the women favored by the king be arrogant and spoiled? Why was she…
"You may call me Si. Please put this on now. The master has instructed me to take you on a tour of the palace." He didn't dwell on it. After all, every woman by the king's side had her own motives. Each of them was greedy, wanting to be the last woman of Lo Dandel.
Ivina looked at the light green dress in S's hands and was at a loss for a moment.
S held the dress high above his head, bending his body nearly 90 degrees again, but he sensed that Ivina had no intention of accepting it.
This was already a great show of respect among vampires, but the woman before him remained unmoved. He had been right after all! Another arrogant and conceited woman.
"If you're not satisfied with the style, I'll immediately bring you another one…" He offered a formulaic apology, waiting for her reaction.
"No, I like it. I really like it." Ivina smiled innocently; a beautiful dress was enough to please her.
Ignoring the slight look of surprise on Sly's face, Ivina walked into a deeper inner chamber but did not come out for a long time.
Sly was very patient, waiting quietly outside. Until a faint call.
"Is anyone there?" Ivina reluctantly peeked her head out from the door crack.
"Gla Visata, the witch." S answered somewhat stiffly, deliberately avoiding Ivina's bare shoulders with his gaze.
"Can you help me find a female servant? My clothes…" Though she was still unaccustomed to her title as a witch, she had no time to dwell on such things now. Her face flushed red—it was all because the dress was too elaborate; she couldn't put it on by herself.
"May I ask, where are your servants?"
"I told them to step back. They should be outside the door now." She regretted it deeply; she shouldn't have dismissed her personal maid. Thinking of this, the face of Xia Sang flashed through her mind—the girl who had sworn eternal loyalty.
Si didn't respond. He truly felt that the young woman before him was acting so contradictory—approaching the king as a human, pretending to be a vampire, and then impersonating a relative of Niditara. There must be a huge conspiracy and selfish motives driving her! Yet she was so content just because of a dress, dismissing her servants and taking care of herself alone...
Si walked steadily toward the door, his thoughts drifting far away.
"Witch Visata, your current location is the palace tower. From here, you can overlook all the decorations of the palace."
"Hmm, okay…"
Before ascending the tower, she had been full of enthusiasm. But now she only responded half-heartedly to Si, standing at the height that made her dizzy.
Looking around, a sense of loss washed over her heart—there were no lush trees, no vibrant flower beds, no chirping birds. Everything here was the opposite of what she had imagined. The palace was so magnificent, yet the atmosphere was menacing—heavy classical arches, vines with sharp thorns, and the crimson brick color spreading across the ground seemed ready to spill blood in the silent night. What use were the perfect sculptures and elegant decorations? This was not the paradise she had sought.
Then why did she linger?
"I've already kidnapped you, so… just stay here quietly."
Luo's words echoed in her ears at an inopportune moment.
She couldn't help but ask herself, why was she willing to stay here?
"Vistata Witch, you don't look well... Should we return now?" S looked at the girl's sorrowful expression, and for a moment, he mistook her for an injured angel.
"No, I still want to take a walk in the garden."