Azlynn’s P.O.V.

Goddess!

The magnitude of Xavion’s anger trembled the ground below me. His cruelness shook me to the core.

“Whether she lives or dies, I don’t care, King Demrid. Take your kid and get the fuck out of my land.

Otherwise, I will kick you out …”

His monstrous rage swiftly converted into a shock as his gaze fell on me. Xavion’s jaw clenched as he spoke authoritatively.

“What are you doing here, Azlynn? Go back!”

Well, my identity as a prophecy girl and Xavion’s fated headache wasn’t a secret. So, I had no hesitation to face Demrid with my original hair and eye color. Taking a deep breath,...