When King Kyren covered Nikita's eyes with his hand, his sharp, pale cat-like eyes saw something deep within the darkness—something far beyond the sight of ordinary humans.
The terrifying vision:
The king saw shadows of his ancient enemies—dead for six hundred years—wandering like vengeful spirits in the dark alleys of the market. Black mist curled around them like fog, and they had gathered there after sensing the scent of Nikita's magical sky-blue hair.
The king's rage:
The moment he realized what he was seeing, the king's expression hardened. The mysterious smile vanished from his face, replaced by a frightening fury. He understood at once—the cute locket around Nikita's neck was now in danger.
Protection:
The king pulled Nikita tightly against his bare chest, holding her firmly. His long black hair trembled in the air, charged with anger. He leaned close to her ear and whispered,
"Don't move. Don't open your eyes."
He stretched his other hand toward the darkness, and from his fingertips burst a surge of blue magical lightning. The white cat curled up in Nikita's lap, baring its teeth and hissing, for it too could sense the ominous power the king was confronting.Suddenly, a deafening explosion shook the entire market! It felt as if the sky had shattered or a monster had roared from beneath the earth. Overwhelmed by the sound, Nikita pulled away from the King's protective grip.
As she opened her eyes, what she saw made her blood run cold:
The Destruction: Right in front of them, three massive trees had collapsed. These weren't ordinary trees; they seemed to have been ripped apart by some dark force, lying shattered across the road. Dust and dry leaves filled the air.
Nikita's Terror: Her sky-blue hair became covered in dust. Screaming in fear, she clung to the King's arm. The white cat scrambled onto her shoulder in panic.
The King's Stance: King Kairen stared at the fallen trees with his piercing cat-eyes. His bare-chested frame tensed, and his long black hair whipped violently in the wind.
He pulled Nikita behind him and growled, "I told you not to look, Nikita! What begins now is more than you can handle."In this moment of ultimate peril, King Kairen shed his human guise and revealed his True Form. Nikita stood paralyzed, witnessing an unimaginable transformation.
The King's Transformation: Instantly, the King's jet-black hair turned stark white. From his back, four massive magical wings sprouted, slicing through the market's darkness with a silvery glow. Furthermore, ten cat-tails emerged from his waist, swaying like serpents in the air.
Taking Flight: With his four wings, the King hovered several feet above the ground. His bare-chested frame radiated a blue magical aura. His cat-eyes were no longer whitish but glowed like fire.
Nikita's Awe: Nikita couldn't believe her eyes. Was the man before her a god or a terrifying demon? Her cute cat stopped meowing and bowed its head in reverence.
King Kairen swept aside the three fallen trees with a single flick of his ten tails. His voice boomed like thunder as he reached out to her, "Do not fear, Nikita. Today, you shall see who the true sovereign of this realm is!"After the cataclysmic events of the night, the morning arrived with a strange tranquility. The garden was touched by magic. Nikita was in the garden this morning, not just sitting, but moving like a queen of a mystical world.
Nikita's Morning Look: As the soft dawn light hit her face, her incredible sky-blue hair spread across the dew-kissed grass. She was intently watching the rare blue flowers. The terror of the night was gone, though her body's exhaustion and the slight mark on her lip remained.
The King's Presence: King Kairen had hidden his terrifying 10-tail and 4-wing form. He was back in his familiar bare-chested royal attire. His hair had turned back to black, fluttering in the morning breeze. He held his pipe, watching Nikita with his sharp cat-eyes.
The Companion: The white cat was rolling at Nikita's feet. Everything from last night felt like a hazy dream.
The King stepped closer, and with his mysterious smile, he tucked a blue flower behind her ear. Nikita looked down at his broad chest, blushing.In the morning freshness, King Kairen took Nikita's hand and led her to a secret waterfall. This place was hidden deep within the palace, strictly forbidden to commoners.
The Waterfall Scene: Milk-white water cascaded from the cliffs into a crystal-blue lake. King Kairen removed the upper part of his royal attire, revealing his powerful bare chest glistening in the morning sun. His long black hair spread across his back.
Nikita's Hesitation: Nikita hesitated at the roar of the water, but the King pulled her close by her waist. Her long sky-blue hair was already damp from the spray. The King gave her a mysterious smile with his sharp cat-eyes.
Bathing Together: He lifted Nikita into his arms and stepped under the cascading water. As the water hit her, she hid her face against his chest in delight. The white cat watched them from the shore.
Under the water, Nikita's locket glowed brightly. The King stroked her wet lips and whispered, "Let this water wash away all the pain from last night."In the crystal-clear stream of the waterfall, King Kairen leaned closer to Nikita. Droplets of water rolled off his powerful, bare chest. He pulled out a royal soap made of lavender and sandalwood and handed it to Nikita with his signature mysterious smile.
He whispered in her ear:
"Well, I have the soap. Won't you help me, Nikita? I can't quite reach my back."
Nikita's Help: With trembling hands, Nikita took the soap and stepped behind him. She began to lather the soap across the King's broad shoulders and back.
The Sensation: King Kairen closed his eyes, savoring the soft touch of her hands. His sharp cat-eyes were shut in bliss. He felt her long sky-blue hair floating in the current, brushing against him.
The Cat: The white cat watched from the bank, sensing the King's unusually calm mood.
When Nikita's hand touched an old scar on his back while soaping, the King suddenly turned around and gripped her hand firmly. His eyes were now filled with a deep, soulful longing.When Nikita saw the King suddenly grip her hand, she felt panicked. She feared she had made a mistake or hurt him. Looking at him with wide, innocent eyes, she asked in a trembling voice:
"What happened? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Hearing her innocent question, King Kairen's stern face softened instantly. He gave a slight, mysterious smile.
The King's Tenderness: He didn't let go of her hand; instead, he pulled her closer. Nikita felt the warmth of his wet, bare-chested frame. Tucking her wet sky-blue hair behind her ear, he said, "No, you silly girl, you've done nothing wrong. You are healing scars that are 600 years old."
The Cat: The white cat stood at the water's edge, as if advocating for Nikita.
Suddenly, the King wrapped his arm around her waist and took the soap himself, gently washing away the lather from Nikita's nape.Nikita's sudden question made the waterfall's roar seem to stop for a moment. King Kairen paused and looked at her with his sharp whitish cat-eyes. Nikita waited expectantly for his answer.
The King smiled—a smile like a secret a thousand years old. Touching her wet sky-blue hair, he spoke in his deep voice:
"You want to know my age? When I was born into this world, this vast garden was a desert. If you count, I am over 600 years old."
Nikita was stunned! To her eighteen-year-old self, 600 years was unimaginable. She looked at his bare-chested frame, which looked like that of a strong young man.
The King's Jest: Seeing her shocked face, Kairen gave his mysterious smile and teased, "What happened? Are you scared? Will you call me an old man now?"
The Cat's Reaction: The white cat on the bank let out a grave meow, as if confirming the King's words.At Nikita's question, the air around the waterfall suddenly grew heavy. King Kairen's enchanting smile vanished instantly. He stepped away, his cat-eyes trembling with suppressed pain.
He pushed back his wet black hair and spoke in a grave voice:
The Story of the Former Queen: "Yes, you heard right. Like you, she had long blue hair. She was an immortal sorceress. But even immortals have hearts, and when poison enters the heart, death becomes inevitable."
The Tragic Death: The King pointed to a deep, old scar on his bare chest. "She didn't just die; she took her own life. But just before she did, she stabbed me with a dagger. She wanted me to perish with her. I did die, but my curse and these cat-eyes brought me back. I was resurrected, but to a life of solitude."
The Connection: He reached out and touched Nikita's cute locket. "Since I saw you, I've felt that perhaps her restless soul has returned through you."
The white cat meowed mournfully, as if it knew the former Queen's entire story.As the King spoke of his 600-year-old bloody history, the clear water below the waterfall suddenly seemed to change. Nikita looked down and saw the transparent blue water turn dark like fog.
Nikita's Terror: From the depths of the water, the vague silhouette of the former Queen seemed to appear. Nikita felt as if thousands of invisible hands were reaching out to pull her down. Out of sheer terror, Nikita's legs began to tremble. She almost lost her balance and fell off the rock. Her long sky-blue hair whipped in the air from fright.
The King's Protection: Seeing her legs shake, King Kairen swiftly grabbed her. He pulled her tight against his bare chest. His sharp cat-eyes glared down at the ominous shadows beneath the water.
The Cat's Warning: The white cat arched its back and hissed, sensing the restless spirit from the past.
The King whispered into Nikita's ear, "Don't be afraid. I promise you, I won't repeat the mistake I made 600 years ago. Don't look at the water, look into my eyes."As Nikita was sinking beneath the deep water, an unexpected miraculous force suddenly lifted her back to the surface. Gasping for breath, she reached the edge of the rocks, water streaming down her body, her long sky-blue hair clinging to her skin.
The King's Emotion:
Seeing Nikita alive, an intense wave of relief washed over King Kyren's face. He could no longer restrain himself. He rushed forward and cupped Nikita's face in both his palms. His sharp, cat-like eyes were soaked with love.
The Deep Kiss:
Without saying a word, the king leaned in and placed a deep, lingering kiss upon Nikita's lips. Through that kiss, it was as if he claimed her as a part of his life and freed her from every curse that had bound her for six hundred years.
The King's Departure:
When the kiss ended, the king leaned close to Nikita's ear and whispered, "Don't worry. I'll be back very soon." With that mysterious smile of his, he made it clear that he was leaving for something far greater.