บท 267: Missing Arlan

Inside a dark room, behind the cover of gauzy curtains, a feminine figure could be vaguely seen through the gap of fabric. She was sitting with her legs crossed, and with calculated slowness, she ran a long, slender finger along the edge of the curtain, her nails as dark as the night itself.

Although her face was not visible in the darkness, her presence exuded an air of danger and allure.

"Seems like you have forgotten about me?" the woman purred, her hypnotic voice a haunting melody that sent shivers down one's spine. "How long has it been since you last came? Have you really forgotten me, Your Highness?"

The next moment, a bone-chilling chuckle left her mouth. 

"Must someone suffer so you will come running to me, hmm? Who shall I choose this time? Your sick father? Or…" There was a long, malicious pause. "Or that adorable newborn of your sister?"

Her laughter, laced with malice and gloating, echoed within that dark place.