She Belongs To The Devil

Chapter 97 - Back To The Dream

The succubus went to King Dragomir's chamber where he was deep in his sleep. She walked like a cat and reached by the side of the King's bed. She kept on staring at the sleeping King and her lips curved upwards to show an evil grin.

The succubus played with her hair and thought to herself while glaring at the King, "I'm going to trap you in my web today. I am going to build such a perfect world for you that you won't be able to see through my traps."

She chuckled softly and then began to morph herself into Auvera again. Unlike the last night, she was not in the form of Auvera in her teenage years, but she had taken the form of Auvera who was in her mid-twenties.

The succubus was wearing a wedding gown instead of normal clothes. She went in front of the mirror that was in the room and then gazed at her reflection. She ran her hands over her new body seductively. She cupped 'her' breasts and sized them.

And she whispered to herself, "Not bad! Not as good as a succubus but not bad for a human. The King has a good taste, I must agree on that."

She twirled around and then complimented her new look, "I should be able to get some action when I am looking like this. I mean I would have gone for a woman who looks this good if I was interested in woman."

After playing around with herself for some time, the succubus finally went over to the King's bed. She placed one of her hands on the forehead of the King and then placed another hand on her own forehead. Then she chanted her spell, "jru zsus lotsmo, jru zlul zapis fistsmo, zsaso dislyo fomijpo up zesmvir aso zistmas."

And like the last night, she disintegrated into vapor and entered inside the King's mind to play with her prey's dream.

Once the Succubus used her magic on the King, King Dragomir found himself in his dressing room. His appearance looked like he was in his late twenties. He was standing in front of the mirror in his full Royal attire.

He was wearing a long white surcoat with elaborate golden embroidery. He had a leather belt around his waist which held his Royal sword securely. On top of all of his clothes, he was wearing a red cape with the dragon embroidery. His look was completed by a huge diamond embedded golden crown on his head.

His maids were giving final touches to him. However, he had no idea what was going on and why they were dressing him up in his Royal attire. And he didn't want to ask his maids regarding what was going on because he did not want to look like a forgetful person in front of them. So, he just kept quiet and played along.

"Your Majesty, you are all set to leave for your wedding ceremony." The Court Lady who was responsible for preparing the King for his big day announced to the King.

And Dragomir could not help but wonder, "I'm getting married? With whom? And why can't I remember anything?" Of course, he didn't say it out loud because he would have looked like a fool.

The King just decided to play along and find out who it was later. "I think I should start taking that potion that the healer had given me. I keep forgetting important things these days."

He kept on thinking about his forgetfulness while he followed his maid outside of the room, "I mean how could I just forget who I am going to marry. I didn't even know that I had a wedding today. It's like I keep dreaming about my old age with my eyes open and all of a sudden, I am awake, and I don't know what's going on here in the real world."

"This is really bad. If my memory keeps degrading at this rate, I will be incapable to rule the Kingdom." King Dragomir was very worried about his condition.

It was starting to get dark outside. Dragomir had thought that they would be getting inside a carriage and would be leaving for some Kingdom. But instead, the maids were leading him towards the hall that was inside the Palace itself.

"I'm getting married inside my own Palace?" Dragomir really wanted to punch himself in the face for not even remembering a single detail.

The whole hall was decorated with flowers, and candles were lighted everywhere. The hall was full of distinguished guests from different Kingdoms. There were several guests from his own country as well.

As soon as the King entered inside the hall, everyone stood from their seat to show respect to the King. He went in front of the hall and stood there in front of a Priest. And then he waited for his wife-to-be to enter inside the hall.

Soon after, a stunning beauty began walking inside the hall. She looked elegant in her royal blue gown that wrapped her body like a cocoon. She was covering her face with the see-through veil of the same color, and she was holding a bouquet of chrysanthemum flowers.

All the guests were watching the bride in awe as she walked inside the hall, matching her footsteps with the slow-paced music that was playing in the background.

And somehow, when Dragomir saw the face of his bride, he remembered every precious moment that he had shared with Auvera.

His eyes filled with tears as he saw the love of his life walking towards him. "Auvera! I am getting married to my love… How could I not remember it earlier? I had been waiting eagerly for this day for so many years. Finally… I am marrying the one whom I truly love…"

King Dragomir's excitement was beyond his control. He was grinning ear to ear and was lovingly staring at the love of his life. He felt like running down to the aisle and picking her up in his arms. He was that excited to be finally marrying her.

Auvera was now standing by the King's side. The Priest began their marriage ceremony. He was chanting something in the background but Dragomir heard nothing. Nor did he see the guests in front of them. All he could see was the gorgeous woman who was going to be his wife.

Dragomir could not keep his eyes off of the beautiful woman in front of him. He kept on staring at her with longing eyes. And when Auvera would shyly steal his glances every once in a while, he would feel butterflies in his stomach. He was waiting very impatiently to reach the end of the ceremony so that he could kiss his bride.