Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 39: A Gift From Someone Special

The arrival of the beasts from the Beast Kingdom, under the lead of Rhaegar, the notorious Lycan King, was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

Despite their menacingly large figures, they strode into the banquet hall with a quiet, commanding presence, their tall, powerful forms clad in robes of midnight black.

Each robe shimmered in the light, adorned with intricate golden embroidery woven from genuine gold thread—an extravagance reserved exclusively for royalty. The embroidery traced patterns of ancient sigils and symbols, their brilliance accentuating the strength and regality of the wearers.

Onlookers could not help but stare, captivated by the striking contrast of black and gold, a symbol of wealth, mystery, and power that left them in silent admiration.

As if by a snap of someone's powerful figures, all of a sudden, that stunned haze, that foggy trance, dissipated, and it seemed as if the atmosphere had gone to normal once again.

The uncomfortable glances kept lingering on the beasts' moving bodies, a blend of both fear and admiration in their eyes. It was clear that the humans did not want to socialize with the beasts but at the same time, they could not give up the accepted norms of the etiquette.

Whether they liked it or not, the nobles of the three human kingdoms had to greet the King of Beasts and offer him their congratulations in order to officially recognize him as their new king.

Lorelai watched the beasts from afar and could not help but notice that even though all the others present at the banquet despised the mere nature of such creatures, their curious and fascinated gazes still followed their every move with unshakable astonishment.

It was not really surprising. Compared to all the humans surrounding them, the beasts stood out no matter what they did.

Their tanned skin, their dark hair, their sharp features, and strong bodies,––they were the features possessed by true warriors; the true warriors who were not entirely human. Or not human at all.

But even amidst his own kind, the lycan king stood out the most. And how could he not?

Even compared to his own people, Rhaegar's beauty had no match. It was simply unique. Unlike other beasts, his facial features seemed gentler, softer, and yet, whenever he would shoot a glance with those piercing amber eyes, the person lucky to receive his attention had no choice but to be left captivated by his appearance.

'I guess he can attribute his appearance to his connection to the Gypsy tribe... After all, they all possess such an intriguing beauty.'

The moment that thought crossed Lorelai's mind, it suddenly dawned on her––even though last night Rhaegar wanted to show her what it meant to be a real Gypsy, she had still failed to ask him how exactly he was related to the nomadic tribe.

'He truly is an astonishing enigma! It is so easy to get lost in his charms and open up your soul while he still remains as elusive as the gust of wind. Perhaps this is the true nature of a Gypsy.'

As the princess continued to observe the delegation from the Beast Kingdom from afar, the Crown Prince, too, was busy watching someone.

His deep, sharp, green eyes were glued on his stepsister, whose attention solely belonged to the king of the beasts.

'I don't like it one bit. Both of them keep ogling each other, but that animal has nothing but lust in his eyes. Who does he think he is?'

"Your Highness?" He was brought out of his reverie when someone addressed him rather loudly, and Kai realized that his conversational companions had been waiting for him to respond to someone's question.

Lorelai's attention was caught by that exclamation as well and when she turned her face in the direction of her stepbrother, their eyes met, and the princess could not help but feel a cold shiver running down her spine.

She threw one last quick glance at Rhaegar before averting her eyes and returning back to her own conversation.

At the far end of the banquet hall, lingering closely to Queen Althea, stood her loyal lady-in-waiting, wearing a long, relatively reserved green dress, white lace gloves, and of course, the most astonishing finishing touch of that ensemble––the green diamond necklace.

Lucia could not help but keep moving her hands up to her neck, awkwardly pretending to fix the necklace or rearrange her long, fair hair in a way that would cover the diamonds. She hated that everyone could see it. Everyone was already talking about it.

As her deep blue eyes moved from the Crown Prince over to Princess Lorelai, she frowned, her lips curving down in disgust. Even during such an important event, his eyes were set only on his stepsister.

"Lady Lucia!" She winced as she heard someone call her name and groaned internally. It was another lady-in-waiting from the queen's palace, Lady Drella, who enjoyed nothing more than gossiping around and spreading unsavory rumors about virtually every person she knew.

"You seem to be quite busy this evening, Lady Drella," Lucia started, struggling to hide a frown of irritation. "I haven't seen you since the banquet started."

"Indeed," Drella nodded, "there is just so much going on right now! But of course, I could not simply ignore you, especially when you are wearing such an exquisite piece of jewelry on your slender neck! If you stood directly under the chandelier, you would blind everyone in here! Was it a gift from someone special?"

She giggled but Lucia did not appreciate that joke. She knew what Drella really meant and if they were alone, she would have slapped that woman so hard just to show her what it feels to actually "bite one's tongue".

"Thank you, Lady Drella. It was indeed a precious gift so it was only natural that I would wear it on such an important occasion."

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Lucia faked a smile and Drella took the hint, skillfully changing the subject to a more pleasant one.

"So, what do you think about the beasts, Lady Lucia?"