Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King

Chapter 129: New Home

Chapter 129: New Home

In the dim lights of the underground passage, Rhaegar watched as Lorelai's lashes fluttered once before her breathing evened out, her chest rising and falling gently. Naveen's latest potion had taken effect quickly, lulling her into a deep, dreamless sleep.

"She needs to drink this," Naveen said, her sharp gaze scanning Lorelai's pale face.

Rhaegar hesitated briefly, then gently tilted the vial to her lips. The princess murmured faintly in her sleep but swallowed the liquid without resistance. Moments later, her breathing deepened, and she slipped back into the comforting embrace of unconsciousness.

"She is asleep again," the witch confirmed, tucking her herbs and vials back into her leather satchel. She glanced up at the king, her blue eyes reflecting quiet concern. "Now, it's your part. We can begin."

Without another word, Naveen handed Rhaegar a small silver dagger. It gleamed sharply under the faint light of the torches flickering along the walls of the underground passage. Rhaegar didn't hesitate.

He rolled up his sleeve and held out his arm, then, he made a quick, precise incision, and crimson blood pooled into the goblet held by Naveen. Rhaegar's jaw tightened, but he remained still as the goblet filled. When it was done, Naveen placed a glowing hand over the wound, closing it instantly.

"This will help her," she murmured, her voice steady but tinged with lingering anxiety. "But remember, my king, the queen's spell grows stronger with each passing hour. The amount of blood required to counteract it will increase each time."