Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 294: Jack

Chapter 294: Jack

“It’s such a treat to finally meet you, Jack,” there she went, calling him by this name again—this name that was supposed to be his real name. 

“So, this is really my name, huh? And I can’t understand why you have been looking forward to meeting me all this time…” it didn’t make any sense to him. 

That night, the two of them were the only ones in a prestigious and regal dining room. One that was even bigger than the one in September’s castle. The table they were at was made of white-wood and it was unrealistically long and that was why she didn’t ask him to sit on the end of it, instead, he sat right close by her. She was on the end of the table, but he was not, but he was still right here with her. 

“Oh, if only you knew the extent of it. I’ve heard of you for so long. I began fearing that I would never meet you, but it looks like that spell I cast to teleport you all to my little corner of the world worked perfectly as you can see. And for your name, yes, I can guarantee you that this is your real name—the one and only name you had before the prison.” 

“You know about the prison?” he questioned her, surprised that she even mentioned it in the first place.

How does she know about that?

“I was there that day when you were sent there,” she explained to him. 

Wait a minute—is she saying that she was there that day when I was thrown in jail?

“Care to explain? I’m a little lost here,” to tell her the truth, he was not just a little lost, he was completely out of it. Nothing she said made sense. If she was there the day he was thrown in jail, how could he not remember her?

“I was present that day. I was even part of the various meetings that took place regarding the decision of making you a prisoner.”

“Are you saying that you’re the one who signed the papers to send me to jail?” he asked her.

“No, that is not what I’m saying. Quite frankly, if the decision had been entirely up to me, you wouldn’t have gone to jail, but this was how it was. Anyway!” December let out a sigh. “How about we continue our conversation on a different topic, um? What do you think of the food?” 

To be quite honest, this was not something that he thought about a lot, as surprising as that might have been, but as soon as she pointed it out, his attention was focused on the meal that had been brought to them. There was a lot of meat, so that was good for him. No complaints whatsoever. He hadn’t eaten yet since he wasn’t exactly feeling comfortable doing so just yet.

“Don’t tell me you have not taken a bite yet?” she asked him.

“I was sort of waiting for you to start eating first,” he told her. 

“That makes no sense. This banquet is for you. Try some of the seasoned steaks. I’m sure those will be to your liking,” she finally started eating. 

Now, it was his turn. 

Not eating wasn’t going to make the situation any better and besides, he was terribly hungry. 

Jack was currently in his human form. The beast had gone away. Even his armour set was off of his body as it rested behind him down on the ground. 

Jack finally began eating and she was right. That steak tasted amazing. He had not tasted meat that delicious in a long time and that red wine that was paired with it made everything better for him. Jack had always seen himself as some savage beast and he was, but being at this supper with December, it made him feel different. It made him elegant. He had never felt anything like it before. Dare he said that he was enjoying himself. This thought haunted him. He shouldn’t be enjoying himself, he should instead be doing something to save the three women who counted the most in his life…  

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The rest of the evening went as great as it could be or as excellent as it should be rather.

The part he didn’t expect was for her to invite him to her private quarters in her castle. After supper, they left the dining area rather quickly and she insisted on him going with her. Jack was disappointed in the fact that they hadn’t gone back to see the others and free them. It seemed like this was going to come a little later, which forced his shoulders to drop. However, he began forgetting about that a bit once she brought him to her domain within the castle and realized that this part of her home was more like some kind of ice palace as opposed to anything that looked much like a castle. 

“Make yourself at home, sweetheart,” she told him.

Sweetheart? Who is she kidding? I am more her prisoner than anything else and that’s pretty funny considering that she was supposedly there on the day I was sent to prison, but I’m still not too sure about that yet… He thought.     

Still, Jack wasn’t too sad that he was brought to her secret lair. It was fancy and quite elegant here if you could get past all the ice walls and glacial architecture. You’d think that Jack would have been cold in here—freezing in here, but this surprisingly wasn’t the case. Instead, Jack was feeling hot. The only logical explanation was that his body temperature had skyrocketed over the last few minutes as December started undressing more and more as they arrived in her private quarters. She wasn’t wearing much, to begin with, so the fact that she was still undressing made him feel like she was attempting to seduce him. 

“So, this is where you come when you want to relax or something?”

“This is where I go when I want to fuck,” she corrected him, much to his surprise.