Chapter 8:The Mysterious Woman

"Purple eyes?" Arlan repeated only to make sure.

Something came to Arlan's mind as he had heard something about it before. He then looked at Drayce and noticed how serious he looked. His friend definitely had something more going on in his mind.

Arlan decided not to pursue the topic. He understood Drayce—if he thought to go after something, he would never give up chasing. However, what his friend was searching for at the moment was not something good.

After a minute of silence, Arlan could not help himself, "You must have made a mistake. No normal human can have purple irises."

"I am not a normal human either, so I do not think that's abnormal," Drayce countered.

"I keep forgetting who my friend is," Arlan commented. "You should rest. You didn't rest after the previous night's battle."

"Who was the one who insisted for me to be here?"

"I only wanted you to visit the side of the continent you have never been to," said Arlan.

"Or you wanted your friend here so you won't get bored on your own."

"My bad. Now rest."

Drayce removed his outer cloak and threw it towards the bed. He was ready to strip, but raised an eyebrow seeing his friend remained idle inside his room.

"Leave, then. Don't stay here to stare at my handsome face."

"I prefer pretty faces," Arlan scoffed before he left the room.

After fixing himself, Drayce lay on the bed with scattered thoughts. He did not know how long he had stared at the ceiling.

He was sure, what he saw was not an illusion but reality.

"Who is she?" he continued to ask himself before he finally closed his eyes.

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The previous night, when Drayce was busy fighting suspicious men disguised as Abethan soldiers, he suddenly heard a woman's voice out of nowhere.

'Who are you?'

Startled, he ceased his attacks and turned to look at the source of the voice. All he could see was a face with its lower half-covered with a veil and a pair of purple eyes, and the image vanished in the air the moment he blinked.

He felt like it was an illusion and must be because he was tired and didn't get enough sleep. At that time, he didn't have much time to think about what happened because he had to get rid of the enemies.

Once that small battle was over, he and his men rode straight towards the Kingdom of Abetha. However, the distance towards the capital could not be covered within a few hours. It was a long overnight journey, so they had to halt somewhere, not to mention, some of his soldiers had been injured, and they needed rest.

At dawn, his men set up camp in the wilderness along a river bordering the capital of Abetha. From where they stopped, they could see the sight of the city, as well as the Royal Palace of Abetha. The main palace shone under the moonlight, and there were torches ignited everywhere on the castle walls.

Just as the mild sun rays touched the sky, Drayce thought that it would seem unruly to enter the capital looking travel-worn. Besides, the river looked inviting; thus, he decided to go for a morning swim in the cold freshwater. However, just as he went deeper into the river, he saw something floating in the water.

'What's that?'

As the sun had not completely risen yet, his vision was not good underwater.

He swam towards it and pulled it to him. To his surprise, what he held was actually a maiden's hand. He realized that the figure underwater was a woman who seemed unconscious. He could only look at her in shock when she opened her eyes.

In the dim light, he could see nothing but her glittering purple eyes.

'It's her.'

He could forget anything but those pair of purple eyes as well as the veil covering half of her face.

The woman panicked and moved her hand towards her face, but he held it and stared into those enchanting eyes.

She stared back at him, not looking scared at all. The initial anxiety in her eyes turned into curiosity as she continued to stare at him without a tinge of fear.

'Amusing,' he thought, but the next moment, she disappeared again.

"What was that? Where did she go?" He looked around, but there was nothing around him underwater.

"Is it an illusion again?" he wondered and then looked at his hands. He could still feel the warmth of her skin in his palms. "No. It was not an illusion this time." He was sure.

He swam to the surface and came out of the river fully drenched. He could not help but look towards the Royal Palace of Abetha in the distance.

"Your Majesty, if we leave now, we can reach there on time," one of his knights said as he approached his King, who was staring at the castle in a daze.

After not getting a reply from his King, the knight asked again, "Is there something that's bothering you, Your Majesty?"

"Something is strange about this place," Drayce replied, his eyes still not leaving the sight of the palace.

"Is it about the previous night's incident?" the knight asked.

"Hmm," Drayce nodded subconsciously.

"We will enquire about those attackers," said the knight.

Drayce sighed but did not correct the knight. He was not referring to those attackers but to that mysterious woman; he kept seeing the moment he entered the boundaries of the Kingdom of Abetha. Moreover, there was always some unknown force that kept pulling him somewhere which he could understand. His sight fixed on the Royal Palace; he felt it coming from something within those castle walls.

When he arrived at the main gates of the Royal Palace with his soldiers, his friend Arlan was there to welcome him; after all, it was this man who was responsible for calling him there.

The moment Drayce stepped inside the palace walls, he felt that unknown force grow even stronger, and it only kept going stronger the closer he got to the main palace.

"What happened? Why do you look so serious?" Arlan asked.

"Nothing." Drayce had nothing to say as he himself was not sure what it was.

What happened after he arrived at the ceremony hall pulled his interest into one more thing, that bold and confident young woman.

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After the small nap, Drayce was ready to go out and roam around the palace. However, instead of enjoying the scenery, he was more eager to know if he could find the reason for the strange unknown pull he could feel coming from this place.

"Where do you want to go?" Arlan asked, playing host to guide his friend as he was very familiar with the palace grounds. Their own knights accompanied them as they walked.

"Anywhere," came his cold reply.

"Don't blame me later," Arlan said with a chuckle and they left to go out.