687 Cursed To Never Fall In Love
Sierra wanted to reach out to her daughter, but stopped herself after seeing the betrayed look in those purple eyes. Evanthe put her hand on her friend's shoulder and rubbed gently, as if giving her courage to go on. Knowing Sierra, this conversation was difficult for her, and from Seren's trembling figure, the truth was also hard for her to accept. However, this was something the young woman needed to learn sooner or later. The truth might be harsh, but keeping her ignorant was indeed a little cruel.
Sierra's steady voice reached Seren's ears.
"Your mother was the first one to put a curse on you, but that goddess didn't trust her, and placed a second one on you…"
A bitter and helpless laugh escaped Seren's lips. "My mother cursed me? My mother did…?" For what? To make me a perfect vessel?
Sierra continued in a low voice, "When your mother put that power inside you, she simply intended to protect you from the heavens. Queen Seren, you are a demigod, a child born between human and deity who neither belongs to heavens nor to mortal realm. You are someone who is not supposed to exist.
"Despite your mother's efforts to hide you, your existence became known by those deities. To assure the Deity of Desire that the power of hellfire will never be yours to command, your mother had to put that curse on you, but that goddess was not satisfied. Before your mother could run away with you, she casted that curse on you. Not only was there the curse of corrupted beauty, she also gave you the curse of three emotions, where if you express any of your negative emotions, be it anger, sorrow or fear, the people around you will be harmed. That cruel deity—"
"Calm down, Sierra." It was as if the dam blocking the raging river exploded into debris, causing Sierra's words to flood out, allowing her to say out loud the secrets she had long kept stifled in her heart. Evanthe held her scaly hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. "Take a deep breath."
Seren was shocked and she kept shaking her head, burying her face in her palms. 'So I cannot fall in love? All along, what I felt for Dray…I…' An intense, overwhelming mix of emotions like confusion and dread caused Seren to feel dizzy. She could not breathe. She could barely stand upright. She could not hear the voices of the robed women, as if hearing sounds underwater. Tears rolled her eyes, and suddenly, the bright midday sky started to darken, ominous gathering together as if a storm was brewing. Drayce quickly noticed the situation and guessed the source of it was Seren.
He hurried to return to the glade, but just as he was about to approach his wife, his mother raised her hand to stop him. He didn't know what they were talking about and why suddenly there was this change in Seren's emotions. He had witnessed her curse at work before, and understood that only if it was triggered by an extreme emotion would it manifest to the outside world.
"Queen Seren, calm down. I know it's too much to take in, and anyone in your place would feel the same, but you must calm down—"
With her teary eyes, Seren looked at Evanthe, but no word could come out of her mouth. Her mind was a blank. She could not understand her own feelings. She did not even realize she was sobbing. Countless questions remained at the tip of her tongue, but she was overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness she could not fathom. It was as if she was drowning in her emotions. By the time her sense of hearing returned, Seren realized she could hear the sound of raindrops hitting the ground and the trees. It was raining, the heavy rainfall drenching her body in a matter of seconds.
Evanthe raised her hand, forming an invisible force to protect themselves from the rain. She reached out to hug her daughter-in-law, but Seren struggled out of her arms, still shaking her head like a child. Evanthe's eyes turned moist as well. "Stay strong, Seren. There is no problem in this world that cannot be solved. You have come so far. For now, calm down. There might be a way for you and Dray—"
Seren could not stop crying.
Drayce didn't care for anything else now, except his wife. He didn't care what they were talking about, and only knew that his wife was hurt. His wife mattered the most to him, and he needed to be by her side. Just as he reached his wife, Seren launched herself into his familiar embrace. She tightened her arms around him, crying her eyes out without a word. Drayce quietly kissed her head before patting her head.
Only the sound of rainfall and thunder could be heard in the forest.
"I am taking her back," Drayce informed his mother to which Evanthe nodded. Dryace and Seren disappeared from that place, leaving the two women in the glade. By the time Yorian returned to their side, he found both Evanthe and Sierra motionless and in a daze.
"Shall we go?" the elf suggested, unable to offer consolation to either woman.
The three disappeared from the forest as well, leaving that glade empty, as empty as Sierra's heart.
Drayce and Seren appeared within Seren's bedchamber inside her tower. When their feet touched the stone floor, Seren attempted to leave his embrace, but he had no intention of letting go of his drenched wife. "Seren?" he called for her, but she didn't dare look at him. She merely cried, as if trying to drown away the overwhelming helplessness inside her. She could not accept the fact that she cannot feel for him the way he felt for her. She could not accept that all she felt for him was gratitude and attachment. She could not accept…that she does not love Drayce.
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A/N- If you are reading all of my books and wondering where to vote, then please do vote Golden Tickets and Powerstones to new novel "The Devil's betrothed" as it's in WSA 2023 contest.
In coming months our 'Devil and Witch' series will end with all three books of it. I wish us to celebrate the end of the series by winning Gold award in WSA 2023 contest.
I hope you all enjoy Arlan and his run away betrothed as much as you enjoyed Dryace and Seren and support it. <3<3
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