The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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195. SILAS

SIGRID

He had the blanket draped over his shoulders. He looked at me for

a second before lowering his head and stepping aside.

"Good, I see you’re at least standing," I said, stepping inside to

check that everything was in order.

"Put on these clothes and shoes I bought for you. I think they

should fit, but we can find more later if needed."

I tossed a leather bag onto the bed, filled with items from the

market, as I sat down on the small chair beside the round table.

T expected him to hide behind the wooden screen to change, but

instead, he simply dropped the blanket and stood completely

naked in the middle of the room.

limmediately averted my eyes.

Clearly, undressing wasn’t something that troubled him. He had

probably spent half his life like this.

I could hear the rustling of fabric as he dressed. He wasn’t

speaking, and neither was I. was getting bored.

“What’s your name? I’m Electra de la Croix," I introduced myself

at last.

"Thave no name... my lady," he answered, and I glanced at him for

a second, watching him struggle with the buttons of his black

shirt, nearly ripping them off in his clumsy attempts.

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"Wait, wait, that’s not how you do it."

I stood up and reached out to fasten the loose shirt, making sure it

didn’t scrape against his wounded skin.

I took the opportunity to examine his condition—one simple

medicinal bath wouldn’t heal him.

"You—" I started, but when I lifted my gaze, I froze for a moment.

‘We were too close, and he was staring at me intensely.

1 immediately tooka step back, and he lowered his head, staring at

the floor.

"Pll try to heal you little by little. Pll call you... Silas," I said, not

wanting to dwell too much on the subject of names.

He nodded with his head still bowed, and then I remembered the

other thing I had bought for him.

"Silas, wear this—it’s the best option," I said, pulling out a

wooden mask, carved from ebony.

It had only one hole, perfectly aligned with his good eye, while the

other remained covered.

"Thank you, my lady," he murmured, fastening it behind his now

slightly cleaner platinum hair.

The wounds on his face were the worst. I wasn’t sure if they would

ever fully heal.

“Alright, we’re leaving now. Let’s find you a horse—put on the

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cloak."

"My lady, I... don’t know how to ride a horse..."

"Seriously?" I turned to look at him in surprise. His gaze shifted

away, as if embarrassed.