Sold to a Prince!

Sylvia brought both her legs to one side and then slid down the soft golden brown feathers to get off the huge bird. She was now more used to the deceptively fierce looking yet gentle beast.

She then looked towards the side to see Roman already busy with a bunch of guards who had come running to him.

They were all talking to him in low voices and their postures were humble and respectful.

Not wanting to intrude on their private conversations, Sylvia walked forward to look around the castle.

She ran her fingers along the smooth turquoise pillars that stood erect at the entrance. 

Unlike the previous one which had a golden silver architectural theme, this one had a mysterious silver and blue undertone, matching the color of her eyes.

"Make yourself at home." Roman's voice came from behind her and Sylvia nodded. 

No one said anything else and after a moment of silence, Roman ruffled his hair and strolled into the castle. 

In his time as the Lord of the Lycan clan, he had entertained a lot of guests at the castle but this particular guest was proving to be unusually troublesome. 

He had no idea how to deal with this special guest.

After Roman left, disappearing somewhere inside the castle, a couple of maids rushed out, immediately attending to Sylvia.

They lead her to one of the rooms in the castle which had a comfortable bed and a set of pillows.

There was also a bath, a dressing table, and several options for a change of clothes. 

It was a huge and luxurious room that looked like a royal dwelling rather than a guest room.

"My Lady, may we please help you freshen up?" One of the maids bowed and asked, but Sylvia raised her hand to dismiss her.

She was not in the mood for anything and simply wanted to rest for the night. 

Despite having no shackles or cuffs binding her, she still felt quite drained both mentally and physically.

If she had more energy, perhaps she would have been wary of the new place and the strange Lord who had out of nowhere rescued her.

But she was far too tired and every thought in her head was a jumbled mess like a ball of yarn tossed around by a cat.

Besides, she planned to leave first thing in the morning. So Sylvia walked over and laid on the bed, not even bothering to change her clothes.

And she fell into a deep slumber as soon as her head hit the pillow.

That night Sylvia had a long peaceful dreamless sleep, but before she could wake up on her own, loud banging noises sounded on her door.

"Mikel…" Sylvia muttered half-asleep, touching the empty space on the bed near her, but soon reality came crashing down on her.

That's right. She was no longer in Kalindor. She was in a strange land in the midst of strange people.

A freezing chill mixed with sadness crept into her enchanting blue eyes and she indifferently pulled the blanket covering her body aside.

She then took a couple of seconds to rearrange her clothes that were disheveled and only then walked over to meet the guest at the door.

But before she could get the door, another series of loud knocks echoed.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Who was this impatient to meet with her so early in the morning? Sylvia paused for a second. 

It looked like the door was going to tear away from its hinges from the sheer force the other party was using.

Was this an enemy? Did someone invade the castle? Several thoughts entered her mind. Nevertheless, she sighed and then proceeded to unbolt the latch on the door.

But when she did… Sylvia speechlessly stared ahead.

Standing in front of her was an old man with a stout build which probably looked worse because of his short stature.

Even Sylvia who was only of an average height had to look down in order to meet the old man's gaze.

His eyes were golden in color and his long white beard had a golden sheen to them.

But what caught her eye and threw her off balance was the look the old man was currently displaying. 

His entire body was trembling and he had a pitiful expression as if he was about to cry.

Sylvia looked up and down at him, her eyes still cold and distant. 

Before she could figure anything out, the old man suddenly moved and the next instant, two chubby arms wrapped her into a bear hug.

Without any warning, the old man who had only looked like he was going to cry anytime, actually burst into tears, wailing loudly.

"Oh, my baby. Did you suffer a lot? Grandpa missed you so much. I am so sorry I was useless."

"I should have taken care of you better. I should have never let you out of my sight. This grandpa has let you down. I am so sorry. Boo Hoo."

Grandpa…? Sylvia was stunned speechless.

Standing on the corridor, outside the room, Roman almost stumbled and fell down.

He had to come down from his chamber as the old patriarch had entered the castle unannounced, but without even greeting him first, the old man directly dashed over to Sylvia's room first.

Never in his life had Roman seen the proud and mighty Cadmus Akhekh behave like this. 

The man had literally melted into a puddle of tears as if he was a weak old man living in the village.

"He won't kill me because I saw this, right?" Roman gulped and took a step back. 

He even considered silently returning back to his chamber. Unfortunately, it was too late for that. He was sure that the old man would have already noticed his presence even though he didn't act like it.

So all he could do was continue to stare at the 'heartwarming' reunion between the old man and his granddaughter. 

Except all the emotions were only coming from the grandfather's side, while the said granddaughter stood unmoved.