Chapter 513 Jade Bracelet (Part 1) *Damon*


    After my disastrous meeting with Zander, I decided to inspect his pack, hoping to find something to grab my attention after a bad day. Zander was known for his stubbornness and arrogance. I didn''t think he would easily agree to the peace pact on our conditions. But that was


    why I was here: to convince him.


    As I walked through the bustling crowd, my heart fluttered with anticipation. Would I catch a glimpse of the source of my happiness there?


    "Arabe!" I called out with a wide grin, confidently striding towards her.


    "Prince Damon, you forgot again," she said, smiling and subtly shaking her head. "I am Selena."


    Her smile remained as captivating as ever, and for a moment, I was utterly dazed. Lost in her beauty, I had to shake myself back to reality. How could I not have found her till now? She was a sight to behold. Shaking my head, a chuckle escaped my throat. "My apologies, goddess," I said, leaning in closer to her, my gaze fixed on her stunning hazel eyes.


    Selena giggled shyly, when her friend ir nudged her elbow into Selena''s side. "You''re giving me unnecessary importance."


    "Oh, you deserve all my attention," I sighed, feeling my heart flutter in her presence. Initially disappointed by ir''spany, I hoped I could handle her and have an uninterrupted conversation with Selena. "Prince Damon! Don''t mind, but you''re such a flirt," ir taunted yfully.


    "It''s my charm, Princess. People often mistake it for flirting," I replied, smirking. She had no idea who I truly was and what I desired.


    "Oh, so humble of you!" ir rolled her eyes, causing me to raise an eyebrow. "By the way, what are you doing here, Prince? A royal guest in this local market?!" Her eyes challenged me. However, my focus wasn''t on her but on the captivating beauty standing beside her. As if ir understood my intentions, she threw a scrutinizing gaze at me. But I again ignored her.


    "I was getting bored, so I decided to take a stroll across the street, and it turned out to be the best idea I''ve ever had," I replied, my gaze fixed on Selena, refusing to look away.


    I was pleased to see a subtle blush creep over Selena''s face at my reply, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. As we strolled further through the bustling market, her eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the vibrant stuff and lively atmosphere.


    "So, who is Arabe?" Selena asked, her curiosity evident in her voice. She slowly tilted her her to look up at me. Her eyes flickered with anticipation, waiting for my response.


    "You haven''t heard about her?" I asked, feigning shock, raising my eyebrows, and widening my eyes for added effect. A mischievous smile yed on my lips as I observed her reaction.


    "Umm...no!" Selena replied, sounding genuinely clueless. Her brows furrowed slightly, indicating her puzzlement.


    "Well, centuries ago, there was a very beautifulqueen. Her beauty was famous across the world. She was Arabe," I exined, watching Selena intently, hoping to see a flicker of recognition in her eyes. I waited eagerly to see her expression change.


    "No, I haven''t heard about her," Selena shook her head, a hint of disappointment and confusion clouding her features. It seemed as if something about my words troubled her, leaving her with an unsettled feeling.


    "That''s a shame!" I sighed yfully, biting my lip, hoping to lighten the mood and bring a smile to her face.


    "Oh! Have you seen her?" Selena asked, her gaze fixed on me as if trying to unravel the mysteries of my age and experiences.


    I couldn''t help butugh at her curiosity, finding it endearing. "Maybe in some life," I replied, my voiceced with a touch of mystery and a hint of longing.


    "So, do you have her photo?" Selena''s curiosity piqued, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.


    "Yes, I do," I admitted, unable to hide the truth. How could I not have a picture of Arabe? After all, I got to see her every night in my dreams, her enchanting presence etched in my mind.


    "How does she look like?" Selena asked eagerly, her eyes fixed on me, a mix of excitement and desperation shining through. She seemed genuinely captivated by the idea of Arabe. Someday I would reveal everything about Arabe to her, but today was not the right time.


    Instead, I mustered a smile and answered, "You."


    "Huh?!" Selena gasped, taken aback by my unexpected response. Her eyes widened, searching for an exnation.


    "She looks exactly like you," I exined honestly, my gaze unwavering, hoping she would understand the significance of my words.


    "Umm... That''s strange," Selena mumbled absentmindly. I felt surprise and disbelief in her tone as she tried to process the revtion, a myriad of emotions crossing her face.


    ir and Selena exchanged nces,


    their eyes silentlymunicating their shared confusion. It was as if they both wondered if I had somehow lost my sanity and the idea of Arabe resembling Selena was too far-fetched toprehend for them.