His Witchy Mate

As the doctor examined Ena, my heart pounded with a mixture of anxiety and empathy. Ena’s memory loss was unexpected, and I couldn’t help but gasp when the doctor confirmed Ena’s lack of recollection. It was a strange twist of fate that mirrored my earlier spell attempt.

My gaze shifted between Ena and the doctor as they talked. The news of Ena’s amnesia sent a wave of shock through me. I couldn’t help but feel responsible, even though it seemed unrelated to the spell I had cast. Ena’s questions were a painful reminder of the fragile nature of memories, and my heart ached for her.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

As the doctor administered a sedative, I watched Ena slip into sleep, her face etched with worry. The doctor’s explanation left more questions than answers, and my own inner turmoil intensified. I felt torn between my concerns for Ena and the secrets I held within.

“Why doesn’t she remember anything? What happened to her?” Lucian’s voice cut through the air, echoing my own thoughts. The doctor’s reply about amnesia and the need for information only deepened my unease. My heart weighed heavily as I wondered about the consequences of my actions, even if the connection seemed remote.

“I was with her,” Bryan said. “Me too,” I added, my voice barely audible. Relief surged through me as I realized that Ena’s memory had seemingly been wiped clean. I felt a mixture of guilt and thankfulness, aware that I had caused this but relieved that she was safe for now.

The doctor’s questions pulled me back to reality. I tried to recall the events leading up to Ena’s collapse, the moment when my spell attempt took an unexpected turn. “I didn’t notice anything strange except for the fact that we were walking together, and she suddenly shouted and fell down then went unconscious,” Bryan explained, his voice tinged with confusion.

I was grateful that Bryan seemed to have a simpler explanation. I hesitated before answering the doctor’s inquiries, not wanting to reveal the truth about my spellcasting. “No, I didn’t. There was nothing unusual about the way she fell down,” I said, hoping my response sounded convincing enough.

With the doctor’s assurance that Ena would be fine, we were ushered out of the room. Bryan excused himself, leaving me alone with Lucian. His questions were unavoidable, and I couldn’t meet his gaze as he inquired about the incident.

“She… she caught me in the Library and started a fight. I fought back, and Bryan managed to come to the rescue and stop the fight,” I admitted, my voice still tinged with unease. It was hard to admit my part in the altercation, even though Ena had initiated it.

Lucian’s brow furrowed, his curiosity piqued. “She wanted to report to me that you were in the Library?” he questioned, his tone laced with disbelief. I could only nod, hoping he wouldn’t probe further.

“What were you doing in the Library, if I may ask?” Lucian continued, and I felt the weight of his gaze on me. My mind raced to come up with a plausible explanation, one that wouldn’t raise any suspicion. I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves.

“Get your thoughts together, Alicia. I asked a question. What were you doing in the Library?” Lucian’s eyes bore into mine, demanding an answer.

I held his gaze, my heart racing as I searched for the right words to explain my impulsive actions. “I… I was just so bored. I needed something to do and decided to visit the Library. I got engrossed in the book I was reading, and I lost track of time,” I replied, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions within me.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of Lucian’s lips. “So, that’s the reason you didn’t prepare my dinner. Here I was, worried about your disappearance when you were simply enjoying yourself,” he teased. “We’ll address the matter of you neglecting your duties later. I’ll make sure you face the consequences,” he added with a playful glint in his eyes.

Relief washed over me, grateful that Lucian seemed more amused than angry. I had managed to divert his attention from the truth, at least for now. “May I take my leave now?” I asked, dipping into a curtsy as a show of respect.

He nodded, his gaze softening slightly. “You may go, but remember that you’ll have to face the consequences of your actions eventually,” he warned, his tone more serious.

I bowed again and turned to leave, my heart heavy with the weight of my secret. As I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel a renewed determination to find a solution to the mess I had unintentionally created. I needed to reverse the spell I had cast on Ena before things spiraled out of control. Thoughts of potential reversal spells and solutions churned in my mind, keeping me awake as I lay down to sleep. I switched off the bedside lamp, pulled the covers over me, and closed my eyes, hoping that a solution would come to me in my dreams.

~ Lucian ~

I watched Alicia’s retreating figure, a faint smile tugging at the corner of my lips. There was something about her that continued to intrigue me, a spark that had ignited the first time our eyes met. I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt, even though circumstances were anything but simple. The complications surrounding them seemed to grow by the day.

As I turned to head back to his apartment, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Alicia’s explanation for her library visit might have satisfied me for the moment, but I knew there was more to the story. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something she wasn’t revealing, something beneath the surface.

My thoughts shifted to Ena, who now lay unconscious in the medical section. I had a suspicion that there was a connection between Alicia’s visit to the Library and Ena’s sudden collapse. I couldn’t put his finger on it, but I sensed a deeper layer to this whole situation.

Arriving at my room, I leaned against the doorframe, my gaze distant as I pondered. I couldn’t deny that I wanted to spend more time with Alicia, to unravel the mystery surrounding her. But with Ena in the picture and the tensions within the Palace, the  path was far from smooth.