Chapter 221
“I, I,” he started, but was at a loss for words. He has given up a long time ago any hope of ever getting out of there, but having found his fated mate, he wanted to get out, if only for her sake.
King Lowe moved forward to the middle again, frightening Princess Freda.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, looking up.
“What are you doing?” Princess Freda asked, looking at him, confused.
“The tower walls are thin enough for you to walk your way out of here. I can throw you up. I have the strength,” King Lowe said.
“I can just jump up. I am a hybrid,” Princess Freda said, standing up.
“I hate hybrids,” King Lowe said, looking at her but unable to hate her. “I can’t find the moment you became a hybrid,” he said, searching her mind.
“I was born one. My father is Wyn,” Princess Freda said.
“Oh, is that why Wicked is in your memories?” King Lowe stated.
“He is not Wicked anymore,” Princess Freda rolled her eyes at him.
“I don’t know of any hybrids fathering children after becoming part vampire,” King Lowe said, walking back to his part of the cell.
“Neither did he until he met me, so my guess is he is like me, natural born,” Princess Freda said.
“Can you use your vampire system during the day?” King Lowe asked.
“Yes,” Princess Freda said. "But I don't think Wynn can. He is not even willing to try. Saying it will hurt too much.."
“Then get out of here before Thorvald realizes that he forgot to chain you to the wall. Why don’t you break your sackless? You should be strong enough. Come here, I will help you,” King Lowe said.
“I am waiting for Phoebe. She is like me. She knows I am here. Perhaps with her help, we can get you out of here as well,” Princess Freda said, keeping her distance.
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Phoebe picked up King Thorvald’s enchantress scent when she was in the tower and was still able to track it once she left the castle, now that she knew what she smelled like. Phoebe didn’t know if the enchantress will help her, but she had to try to. She didn’t care what it will cost.
It didn’t take Phoebe long to track the enchantress down, and she approached with caution.
“You have been hiding out here for hours. What do you want?” the enchantress's voice made Phoebe jump.
“You are quieter than a vampire,” Phoebe exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest, her heart raising.
“State your business or your raising heart will beat no more,” the enchantress warned.
“King Thorvald has my friend locked up in the tower of the castle, but I can’t see it from outside and something tells me it is because of your spell,” Phoebe explained.
“What makes you think I would want to help you and turn against King Thorvald?” the enchantress asked.
“Let me start over. I am Phoebe, a natural-born hybrid,” Phoebe introduced herself.
“You can call me Ethelinda,” the enchantress gave her name.
“What can you give me?” Ethelinda asked.
“I don’t have anything,” Phoebe said.
“I want your baby when it is born,” Ethelinda said.
“My what? I am, well, I am gay, so doubt any baby will ever come out of me,” Phoebe laughed.
“Enchantresses have special gifts and one of them is the ability to know when another woman is pregnant, ovulating, or during her periods, and you, my dear, are pregnant,” Ethelinda informed her.
“I had sex not even two weeks ago,” Phoebe stated in disbelief.
“Whatever you do, don’t shift into your wolf's form, as it will kill my baby,” Ethelinda said.
“You mean my baby,” Phoebe corrected her.
“I guess then you don’t want to save your friend?” Ethelinda walked away.
Phoebe hesitated for a moment and then came up with another plan. ‘If I tell Queen Lana that I am having Prince Mano’s baby, perhaps she will keep me around until the baby is born?’
“So, what is it going to be?” Ethelinda asked, waiting with her hands on her sides.
“You know they killed one of you,” Phoebe tried a different approach.
“They kill us all the time, noting new,” Ethelinda informed her, turning away, realizing she was wasting her time.
“What about an original werewolf?” Phoebe tried again.
“If you are talking about the one in the tower, I put him there,” Ethelinda said, laughing.
“How about if my child is a boy? I will bring him when he reached maturity and you can have his sperm to make your own baby,” Phoebe suggested.
“So, you are willing to sacrifice your grandchildren?” Etherlinda asked.
“What choice do I have?” Phoebe asked, running out of patience.
“And if it is a girl?” the enchantress asked.
“I can compel Lycans to visit you,” Phoebe came up with a whole new idea.
“That deal I will accept, but just know, I want a Lycan a month until I conceive.” Ethelinda accepted the deal.
“Fine,” Phoebe sealed the deal.
“If you don’t hold up your end of the deal, I will come for your child, Ethelinda warned.
“How do I get into the tower?” Phoebe asked, out of patience.
“You will have to wait for a full moon and right before the moon hangs exactly over the castle, the tower’s shadow will cast. Follow the shadow until you touch the tower wall that you won’t be able to see. Climb it and once you reach the top, you will be able to look inside. Only the middle cell has the tower. The four surrounding cells don’t,” Ethelinda explained.
“What if she is not in the cell with the tower?” Phoebe wanted to know.
“Ostende te mihi,” Etherlinda gives her the phrase that will reveal a door.
“What does that mean?” Phoebe asked, wondering if she will be able to remember it.
“It means; show yourself to me. Once the door is revealed, you say it again and it will unlock the door,” Ethelinda said.
“Please repeat it for me,” Phoebe asked.
“O-sten-de te mi-hi, O-sten-de te mi-hi,” Ethelinda repeated slowly
“o-sten-de te mi-hi,” Pheobe repeated perfectly.
“It is still a few weeks before the full moon, so why don’t you stay?” Ethelinda asked, wondering if she can get Phoebe inside her house and trade her to King Thorvald for a bigger reward.
“Thank you,” Phoebe agreed, having no other place to go, following Ethelinda into her house.
The moment Phoebe stepped into her house, she realized the mistake she made and tried to back out again, but was already trapped.
Ethelinda grabbed Phoebe by the side of her head and spoke a few phrases that Phoebe does not understand before letting go of her.
“Sit down and relax,” Ethelinda demanded her, and Phoebe obeyed.
As soon as the sky was dark, Ethelinda was ready to leave. “pick me up and take me to the edge of the woods of the castle’s north side.”
Phoebe obeyed and soon they arrived at a well-kept home near the castle’s woods.
“Ethelinda, what an unexpected, surprised,” King Thorvald said, smiling when Phoebe put Ethelinda down.
“I don’t care what you do with her, but I want her baby,” Ethelinda said.
“She has a baby?” King Thorvald asked, surprised.
“In about nine months’ time she will,” Ethelinda said.
“Who is the father?” King Thorvald asked, but Phoebe just looked at him with hateful eyes.
“Answer him,” Ethelinda demanded.
“Prince Mano,” Phoebe answered against her will.
“Wonderful,” King Thorvald chuckled with delight.
“Do we have a deal?” Ethelinda asked.
“We do, but she is of no use to me while she is pregnant, so can you house her and bring her to me after the baby is born?” King Thorvald asked.
“What is in it for me?” Ethelinda asked.
“Her second child with an actual werewolf,” King Thorvald offered.
“I accept the deal,” Ethelinda smiled.
“Great, see you in nine months’ time,” King Thorvald said.
“Come, pick me up, and take me back home,” Ethelinda demanded, and Phoebe did as she was told.
