Shhh, don't be afraid. I just need to take a sample of your blood. I won't hurt you, I promise. Give me your arm, please.

He addressed her in a good tone, and she found herself fulfilling his request without resistance, shocked by the calm that had fallen upon her, watching him preserve the specimen as if it were a rare gem inside a cold box surrounded by a piece of luxurious velvet.

He slowly and carefully returned the things he had used to their place as soon as he finished, and then stood up from his place of importance to leave without any further comment, so I stopped him and asked him for mercy:

"Please, I'm so cold and I need to go to the bathroom right now. Help me, get me out of here. I took a sample of my blood. What do you want from me next?"

But, ignoring her pleas, he leaves the cell at a slow and steady pace.

"At least let me go to the bathroom; I can't control myself any longer. I want to go to the bathroom, you savages," she shouted angrily behind him.

"I'll take you to the bathroom, ma'am."

The guard shouted that they would kneel in front of her, untie her feet, and then help her stand, allowing her to walk alongside him, using the cold stone wall next to her. suspiciously.

He walked through a long, narrow corridor that was dimly lit, similar to an underground basement, as the ceiling is permeated with internal ventilation and there is no trace of windows or external lighting.

After a short time, he began to sneak up on her, hearing raging sounds coming from a nearby place, as if there was a bloody fight going on between savage men, so she spontaneously approached the guard in an effort to protect him, as if he would be able to do so with his small body compared to the huge man who had visited her earlier.

I slipped into the guard, feeling his body stiffening when I grabbed his arm as if there was electricity touching him. He pushed her away at once, addressing her with an alarm.

"I hope you will keep a distance between me and you, my lady, for if the king smells your scent on me, it will be my end."

"Who are they? What do they want from me?" She asked him to stay away from her.

The guard's features were tense. He flees from her pleading eyes. He says, "I can't talk to you about anything that concerns my people." He told her, pointing to the door next to her.

She stood in front of the door, staring at him distractedly, forgetting her urgent need to enter the bathroom. Frightened, she thought of asking him to accompany her, but she shook off that stupid idea, pushing him deep inside, and found herself in a men's bathroom where they washed after their training.

She checked the rooms, making sure that they were all empty. She entered one of them to comfort herself and then stood in the middle of the place, checking it out, hoping to find a way to escape.

She sighed tightly and turned around in disappointment when she discovered that it was devoid of even a small amount of energy, as if it were in an underground military base.

She turned around in panic the moment the door opened behind her to find herself facing another man this time, standing at the entrance and blocking the opening with his huge body.

She stared blankly in shock, unable to comprehend what she saw in front of her, astonished by his glaring features with a mixture of cruelty, glamour, and tyranny.

She had blue eyes similar to the one who had visited her in the cell, long black hair covering his shoulders, a full body with thick muscles, broad shoulders blocking the doorway that stood between his eyebrows, and a tall, unheard-of length she had never seen before.

She gasped, retreating in terror, until the cold wall behind her stopped her. She stared at him with wide eyes, unable to comprehend what she saw in front of her.

Kaiden approached, watching her sullenly, arching his eyebrows and tugging his lips to resist his urgent desire to curse her with the most heinous insults, his feelings scattered in his hollow,

He squeezed his fists, trying to curb the volcanoes of anger that ignited in his hollow after seeing her, as he did not expect that seeing her would disperse his being and cause his conflicting feelings between smashing her neck and killing her, saving the world from her evil, or taking her in his arms after a long wait.

Two steps he took in her direction, and in front of her, he became dominant over her with his captivating presence, enclosing her tiny body from all sides.

And with a silence that destroyed her, his burning eyes hovered around her details, contemplating her with sullen looks for a while before commenting in a deep, hoarse voice that sent fear to her soul before her heart.

"Here you are. Finally, we meet my sun!"

The doctor approached Kayden, bowed before him in respect, and said, "I have finished the analysis, my lord."

"And what did you find?" He asked him succinctly, concealing his eagerness to know the expected answer.

"She is our desired goal."

Yes, he knows that she is his desired goal, especially after he saw her. "Is her transformation complete or not yet?" asks he.

"No, my lord, it hasn't started yet, but I can't be sure of the date; as you know, we don't come across something like it every day, so we have to be vigilant and wary of it."

"And what are we going to do with it until then? I can't hide it forever." Kaiden roared narrowly, finally finding it after waiting for four centuries, but he still doesn't know what to do with it.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but that it fell into our hands is a blessing that we can envy." "I know that history only mentions the existence of two such women, and I believe that they are descended from their lineage."

Kayden stood up from his comfortable seat and turned to the window that looked out, where the moonlight spread smoothly as he occupied his thoughts.

It is a danger to his people, knowing that it is among them, and they will cause confusion, which is indispensable, but on the other hand, as dangerous as it is to them, it is as important to them, and his role as a king lies in securing the best for his people.

"Go now, doctor, and as I commanded you, open your mouth on the matter, and I will cut off your head."

The doctor was startled by Kayden's threat, so he shook his head vigorously several times, emphasizing, "Never...never, my lord."

Celine fidgeted with her exhausted body gradually returning to consciousness, opening her heavy eyelids and contemplating her surroundings in astonishment, gradually discovering that she is in a place completely opposite to the cell in which she was,

She touched the surrounding fabric, savouring the softness of his silk sheets, surprised by the size of the wide and wide bed that contained it, and she wandered with her troubled look around the vast room the size of her entire house, contemplating the antique furniture with its royal carvings and earthy tones, a high ceiling carved with gold patterns, and gilded silk curtains, and watched in amazement the surroundings. Who brought her here?

She felt a slight movement coming from behind her, so she turned around in anticipation and found herself facing a young woman of about her age, sitting on a sofa near the bed, staring at her with great interest, as if she were watching an animal she had seen for the first time in the zoo.

Celine frowned, surprised by her scrutinizing and innocent looks. She remembers that she was kidnapped and that she was in this place against her will.

With the intent of running away, she grabs the Persian carpet. The page of her face is imprinted with its smooth surface, like silk.

She paused for a moment, groaning in pain, fidgeting with her body, trying to stand up, but her movement was blocked by her iron cables, which she discovered still adorning her wrists and feet.

"Oh, mighty one, would you please help me?" She shouted angrily.

The girl knelt beside her and commented in a dumb tone tinged with astonishment:

« Are you forgetful? I have never seen a woman in my life!"

Celine raised her head at a painful angle and stared at her in exasperation, asking, "Would you help me, please?"

"Oh, of course, my apologies, madam," muttered the girl, with Celine helping her to sit on the edge of the bed and watching her in astonishment, as if she saw a fairy from the realm of imagination before her.

She has light blond hair the colour of a meadow, and her skin is as pure as the purity of the full moon. Her bright blue eyes left her wondering, "What is wrong with them, and the rare blue eyes, as you don't find them rare here?"

The girl is super pretty and looks meek and not crazy—well, a bit crazy.

"Because in your whole life you have not seen a woman, what are you, Your Honour?" I asked her in disdain.

The girl gasped in disapproval, as if Celine had insulted her with her words, "Me! I am not forgetful; what made you say this?"

"So what are you?" asked Celine mockingly.