Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon - Chapter 209

Silja wrapped the towel around her body securely and came out of the bathroom after some time when she felt that her heart was actually a bit calmer. Beth and Sinthia were already waiting there to help her dress up.

The dress they chose was a very beautiful long gown, made from an expensive material and decorated with embroidery of silver threads. It wasn’t the one she brought from Atlanea but the one that Donovan has prepared for her. The dress wasn’t that eye-catching at first glance but with a closure look, one could tell that it was one of the finest pieces.

Silja was pleased with the dress, it was simple and comfortable to move in.

“Milady, queen Abrielle is here to meet you,” suddenly the maid came in to inform. Silja hastily stood up as she heard that, before today Abrielle was just a foreign queen for her but after yesterday she was her mother in law and it was important that she paid her utmost respect that a queen and elder should deserve.

“Your highness,” Silja walked ahead and greeted the woman dressed in a long red robe.

“Princess, why are you out of bed and not resting?” Abrielle furrowed her eyebrows. She has already received news that Silja was all okay but she was still worried.

She couldn’t help but think that since the day Silja stepped into the north she has suffered so much physically as well as mentally.

“I’m perfectly fine, your grace. Please don’t worry,” Silja smiled and moved to the side so Abrielle could come in. Abrielle walked into the room and sat down on the chair in front of the table, while Silja sat in front of her.

“Donovan said that you guys got married after he rescued you,” Abrielle asked as she slowly sipped her tea prepared by maids.

Only then did Silja realise that they had got married but not the way it was decided.

There was no one present to witness their marriage, none of the family members participated.

Not that it was a secret marriage, they were intended to marry that day but it wasn’t the kind of ceremony that suits a princess and prince.

Silja looked up at Abrielle a bit guiltily, she was high on emotions when they completed the ceremony and didn’t realize that it wasn’t a wise decision given that Donovan was not a common man but a prince.

Silja carefully examined Abrielle’s expressions but instead of anger or displeasure, she saw the calm face of the woman.

“At that time…it was..so..” Silja tried to explain but she didn’t know what she should say.

“It’s alright, Silja. I’m not here to ask for an explanation. Nor I’m displeased,” Abrielle raised her hand and held Silja’s hand which was resting on the table.

Silja looked at her with confusion. “Actually it would have been odd if you didn’t get married last night was given Donovan’s personality and temper,” Abrielle laughed and tried to lighten the atmosphere. She could sense that Silja was acting but nervous than their previous meetings. Maybe a change in the equation of the relationship between them was the reason. After all, she was now the daughter in law who was sitting across from her mother in law. The legendary scary creature who is always the nightmare of every young woman.

Alas, Abrielle didn’t want to be such a mother in law for Silja.

“Actually I’m happy that both of you tied the knot. It will save me the work of planning another wedding for you,” Abrielle said and Silja smiled.

“I’ll be revealed if that’s the case,” Silja felt happy that things didn’t get messed up from the start. Actually, she has a very good impression of the queen of dragons from day one. But Silja had already seen her like a queen and hadn’t thought much about it. But now they were going to form a long relationship and Silja wanted everything to go smoothly between them.

“I’m happy that Donovan got you as his wife. He is lucky,” Abrielle pressed Silja’s hand warmly.

“But I want to say one more thing that it won’t be an easy journey ahead, Silja. Becoming Donovan’s wife is not that easy.” Abrielle locked her eyes with Silja.

“What do you mean, your grace?” Silja tilted her head in confusion.

“Joining the Regalhelm family means inviting unwanted attention and enemies. Donovan is the eldest prince and will be soon declared crown prince. As his wife, you will also get a few responsibilities. You already know what kind of situation we are in. And since you are a human it will be a lot harder for you,” Abrielle sighed.

Silja heard carefully what she said she wasn’t completely unaware about what she said.

She knew the path she had chosen was hard. But she didn’t want to think too much about it now and wanted to focus on one thing at a time.

“I know, but I trust myself and Donovan on this one. We will try our best,” Silja looked at Abrielle.

“Well, that’s good then. Actually, I should have told this before but I didn’t say anything intentionally,” Abrielle looked down. She was feeling guilty because maybe not entirely but they were going to use Silja and which was not fair.

“What reasons?” Silja asked.

“I was afraid that you won’t agree to marry my strong head son and he will stay alone for the rest of life,” Abrielle sighed dramatically and then laughed out loud at the end of the sentence.

Silja joined her and felt herself relaxing around her mother in law.

“Truly, it hard to come by a girl like you and I’m happy that from all the girls Donovan chose you,” Abrielle smiled genuinely.

“Look at me, I was just here to ask about your health and ended up chatting with you. Have you eaten yet?” Abrielle realised that Silja must not get time to eat yet.

“Not yet,” Silja shook her head. Only after Abrielle asked did she realise that it has been more than twenty-four hours since she has eat anything.

“That’s great, you can join us for lunch if you don’t mind,” Abrielle proposed.

“Of course, I would love to,” Silja nodded her head. She was now part of the family and it was right for her to take part with them actively.

“Very well then. I’ll go and ask maids to prepare the meal. Get ready and join us,” Abrielle stood up and said.

“And one more thing,” Abrielle was about to leave when she stopped and turned around.

“Yes?” Silja asked attentively.

“From today onwards don’t call me, your grace. Donovan calls me queen mother so you can call me mother too,” Abrielle smiled and left.

Silja looked at a graceful woman walking away.. Her presence can not be overlooked and the way she carried herself was truly suitable for a queen.