Cursed By The Moonlight - Chapter 86

Erected in a field, the Elves Territory, Hiborane is home to high elves led by its King, Rychell.

The main house was built fifteen years ago by the elves. It has escape routes underground, which were of great importance to the people of Hiborane and its success.

The house itself looked amusing. With its birch wood rooftops, ceramic walls, and scented flowers, Hiborane has an enchanting atmosphere.

The foremost attraction is the stables built ten years ago and designed with the help of the werewolves.

Hiborane has a booming economy primarily supported by farming, crafting, and jewel crafting. But their most significant strengths were exquisite leatherworks and skills in the art of war.

However, Hiborane lacked people with blacksmithing skills.

Despite its powers and imperfections, Hiborane was most likely directed towards a delightful destiny under the administration of King Rychell, one of the Elysian Elders.

Zion and Amaris looked down on the field at the edge of the hill where the elve’s territory was located.

As their deal last night, they ran towards Hiborane in their wolf form. They rushed into the forest as soon as the sun rose.

The forest was boundless, packed, and aborning. Its shelter was conquered by hazel, elm, and chestnut. But still, an abundance of light passed through their crowns for a mosaic of chaparrals to vanquish the nut and seed-covered grounds beneath.

Reserved climbing plants dangled from a couple of trees, and a mishmash of flowers, which developed dispersed and sparingly, stood out against the otherwise amber lower level.

A clash of beastly clangors, mainly those of birds and vermin, added life to the forest and soaked out the infrequent sounds of busting twigs beneath their feet.

‘I won.’ Faith, Amaris’ wolf proudly said.

‘Then I will gladly be your slave, my Luna.’ Hunter answered.

‘You only let me win. I know that you were staring at me from the moment we started running. But I will take this chance and make you my slave for three days.’ She said.

‘I can be your slave forever.’ Hunter responded.

As they continued to go down the path to meet the welcoming party from the Elven Clan, the Alpha and Luna of the Blue Moon Pack shifted back to their Terran form.

Maxine and Zoila handed Amaris her dress and robe. Four elves approached them, bowing in front of them.

“Welcome, Alpha Zion and Luna Amaris. King Rychell awaits inside the castle.” One of the elves greeted them.

They followed them, but the others were stopped by the two elves who looked like their warriors.

“We apologize, but the King strictly said that only the Alpha and Luna were allowed inside.”

Zion frowned but nodded in agreement.

Inside, six narrow, round towers boasted above all, they were linked with short bridges and were connected by relatively low, giant walls constructed of dark green stone.

Broad windows were scattered well across the walls in an asymmetric pattern, along with small hollows for archers and artillery.

A medium gate with giant wooden doors and extensive crenelations shields those in need from the dangerous creatures outside, and it’s the only way inside, at least to those who didn’t know the castle well and its surroundings.

Different large houses were scattered outside the castle gates and surprisingly looked like the elves were rich, living comfortably away from the crowded streets and annoying noises of Aramoor City.

They were guided to a large hall that looked like the throne room. Modest braziers surrounding each of the eight limestone columns light up the lower parts of the throne room, engulfing the throne hall in a radiant glow. The illustration of battles on the diagonal roof dance in the flickering light while sculpted portraits glimpsed down upon the granite floor of this brilliant hall.

A silver rug dashes down from the throne and draws the closest spot where individuals could stand when addressing the Elven King while matching pennants with embellished ornaments dangle from the walls.

Between each pennant stand several tapers of different sizes. None but a few had been lit and, in turn, brightened the creative paintings of heroes and leaders below them.

Drapes trimmed tall, stained glass windows of sacred mosaics colored the same silver as the pennants. Embroidered edges and jewels had adorned the curtains.

A regal iron throne sits in front of a huge painting of the prior king, bordered by two similar but small decorated seats for the Elven King’s direct family.

The throne was wrapped in twisted marks, and a gemmed moon was clinched on each of the front legs. The thick cushions were light gray, and these too had been trimmed with ornamented embroidery.

Those who wished to see the Elven King can do so on the numerous impressively etched granite benches, all of which are facing the throne in a U-Shape. Those of higher ranks could instead take a seat in the relatively standard balustrades overseeing the entire hall.

King Rychell glanced at them with excitement and thrills as they entered the hall. His silvery-white long hair was ponytailed in half, and you wouldn’t see any strand of hair on his face.

Amaris saw a woman sitting on the right side while a man was on the left. Rychell smiled at them and stood up to greet them. He walked towards Zion to shake his hand.

“Alpha Zion! We had been waiting for your visit.” The king said.

“Thank you, King Rychell for your warm welcome.” Zion asnwered.

Then the king turned to Amaris and smiled. Amaris couldn’t smell doubt from the king anymore. She could feel that he was glad and really excited to see her.

“Luna Amaris, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” He greeted.

“Same here, Your Majesty.” She smiled.

“I want you to meet my son, the crown prince of the elves, Alwyn. And my daughter, Princess Elmyra.” The King introduced his children.

The crown prince stood up and walked towards them. He greeted Zion then turned his gaze to Amaris. He took one of her hands and kissed the back of it.

Amaris frowned. He could smell something towards the Elven Prince, who was smiling sweetly at him.

Zion didn’t say a word, but he was annoyed by the prince’s gesture towards his Luna. They were then greeted by Princess Elmyra.

“It’s nice to meet you, Alpha Zion, Luna Amaris.” She said, greeting them with a curtsy.

Amaris felt awkward with the stare she was receiving from the crown prince. She could feel something towards the elf, and to their surprise, he kneeled in front of her.

“Princess, I am the crown prince of the Elven Clan, Alwyn. I am your knight, your protrea, and one of the warriors who would gladly die for you..” The prince said.