The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 339: The Strange White Witch

Chapter 339: The Strange White Witch

The white witch was strange, she held an air of mystery around her and she was quite young too, but certainly even more strange when she indicated how useful she could be with her abilities of reading into the future.

They couldn’t understand why she would offer to help or her motive behind approaching them, but they became very cautious about her, something was off.

In the next second, Draco grabbed her roughly by the arm as he pulled her violently toward a secluded corner, away from prying eyes while he cornered her like a dangerous predator about to devour its prey.

Rama followed suit, while she watched with keen interest what was about to ensue in the next moment.

The white witch struggled to free herself from his grip, but it was as hard as steel and he wouldn’t budge in the slightest.

Rama wanted to chip in and plead for him to release her, but since she was oblivious to the white witch’s motive, she reasoned it was better to be silent on this and rather trust Draco’s intuition.

Staring down at her with a vicious look, he spouted out between gritted teeth "Who. Are. You? I won’t ask again."

"I am a white witch, my name is Zoya and I’m not here to cause any harm to either of you, good heavens I couldn’t even cause harm to you if I wanted, you’re the devil’s son and it would be foolish of me to try and hurt your mate." The white witch, Zoya as mentioned spoke out, panting heavily with fear reflecting in her eyes, she knew just how dangerous he was and she wasn’t mindless enough to do something as crossing the devil’s son.

"What’s your motive? Why were you following us in the first place?" He growled at her, making her whimper, a stark contrast to the confident demeanor she put up at first.

"I am a diviner, of course I already knew where the both of you would be heading today, I just waited around." She pointed out.

"And why were you waiting for us, hm?" He snapped, his lips twitching in impatience.

"Not everyone is your enemy, but of course you would be twice as cautious because you never know when karma wants to bite back to make you pay for all of your unforgivable sins." Zoya said and immediately she spoke, his hands flew to her neck, squeezing with a firm grip that made her gasping for air.

"If I were you, I’d watch what comes out of that mouth next, or the next thing you’ll be predicting will be your death." He warned her with a calm, but lethal voice.

"Draco, please let her go, she doesn’t seem to be dangerous, perhaps she could help." Rama pleaded as she held his arm and then, he softened his grip on the witch’s neck, making her suck in air as she wheezed.

"Help? She needs something in return and if that’s the case, which is, then we don’t need her help." Draco said in a dark growl, his face cloaked with a melancholic mask of terror, a stark contrast to the nonchalant facade and the endearing, tender look only she was accustomed to.

"I seek nothing in return, all I ask is to be given a position in the castle, as your royal diviner." Zoya hurriedly spoke, her grey eyes eager and yearning.

Hies eyes narrowed on her, vividly scrutinizing the hidden desires in her eyes "And why so? Is your position in the Silver castle as useless as you are?"

"I don’t have a position in the silver castle, I was..turned away by the former king and queen." Zoya stated.

"Why we’re you turned away?" Rama asked as she pushed Draco’s hand away from her neck.

Zoya gulped softly before speaking, she could see the pain in the alcoves of her orbs "My parents were the royal diviners and when I was six, I was supposed to demonstrate my powers by foreseeing something of significance, but it only stirred their anger on me."

"We’re not here to listen to your pitiful story, go straight to the point." Draco said.

"I propheciesed about lord Dalen’s death and how horrific it would be. The King and queen immediately took offence, relieved my parents of their duties and turned me away from the silver castle, the whole kingdom turned on me so I left when I was older, especially since you made Voltaire kingdom accessible to the white witches, so I lived here instead." Zoya explained.

"If Dalen was aware of his death, why did he try to save me still?" Rama muttered under her breath.

"Because he’s a fool." Draco replied in a quipped tone, making her frown at him, but now his attention was on the witch as he narrowed his menacing eyes at her.

"So apparently, you want to work for us just to gain a higher position?" He queried with a lopsided smirk curving his lips up.

Zoya’s grey eyes flickered with enthusiasm as she spoke "I want to work for you because it calls for a higher duty beyond us all and I’m certain that you’ll both be more appreciative of my predictions and my services."

"Mind you, three seers were murdered by Lucifer, just to hide a subtle truth from me, you might end up as the next dead seer." Draco frankly pointed out with a nonchalant deamenor while Rama gave him a slight nudge.

"I’m very well aware of the risks, but I don’t want to live the rest of my days only known and heard of as the diviner witch who foretold the miserable death of the prince." Zoya remarked.

"Very well then, suit yourself. If you can demonstrate how useful you are right now, I’ll think of giving you the position to fill in the empty space of the seers." He said with a tepid countenance as he gestured for her to proceed.

"We should give her some time to practice or something before her demonstration, do you need time?" Rama asked her.

"No your highness, I’ll be fine." Zoya said with a faint smile before closing her eyes, not wasting any more second.

Meanwhile, Rama exchanged glances with Draco before returning it to the witch. Her eyes were still closed for a moment, but she could see the motion beneath her eyelids as her orbs moved erratically.

Suspense clung to her like a second skin as she waited with bated breath for the witch to finally proceed with her predictions, she couldn’t help but ponder on what she would say.

Abruptly, Zoya’s eyes shot open to reveal entirely white orbs, not a hint of her grey coloured eyes or back pupil on sight as white covered every inch.

Her body trembled slightly and her grey lashes fluttered unsteadily as she opened her mouth to speak.

"The dark heretic’s offspring. Darkling prince and the captive Phoenix, two contrasting fates entangled." She murmured.

Rama’s brows furrowed in confusion as she turned to face Draco, but rather than a matching confused look on his face, he seemed rather unsettled and impatient.

"What is she talking about?" Rama asked.

"Our future." He replied and her brows creased even more.

She wanted to query him further on what he meant, but then, Zoya abruptly snapped out of whatever state she was in, her eyes returning their normal color slowly.

Zoya was panting heavily, but she seemed alright.

"What was that about?" Rama queried hastily, unable to hide her curiosity.

"After I went to war singlehandedly and won against a thousand men, my mother started to call me the dark heretic, along with many others." Draco paused.

"And?" Rama pressed on, eagerness in her eyes.

"The dark heretic’s offspring. Darkling prince." Draco repeated. "We’re having a child, Rama. It’s a little prince." He said with pure excitement visible in his eyes as a wide grin tore through his face.

Rama stood frozen with emotions she couldn’t comprehend, the news was beyond exhilarating but the radiating happiness on his face overwhelmed her with pure bliss.

The fact that he was happy to become a father without letting his gruesome past and tragic childhood stop him from embracing the responsibility of a father and he was obviously delighted at the news too.

"I’m..pregnant?" Rama choked on the words as they rolled off her tongue. She wasn’t expecting this to happen so soon and it was more shocking to learn in this way.

Draco, turning to face Zoya said with a grin reaching his ears "You got the position, you’re free to start anytime you want and you’ll be staying in the castle of course. I’ll make a declaration in the council to swear you in as the royal diviner."

"Uhm thank you for the position but, sorry to burst your bubbles and ruin this special moment, but she’s not pregnant....yet. I only predicted her being pregnant with the darkling prince." Zoya said carefully, as she let out a nervous chuckle, but immediately she spoke, the smile on his face dropped to be replaced with a grim one as he shot her death glares.