The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

Dem came back at night. I was waiting for him to hear the news. He went with his mage so they could teleport easily.

He teleported straight back to my office. I was working so I could keep myself busy. If I went back to the bedroom, I would fall asleep.

"How did it go?" I asked, standing up hastily from my chair.

"Of course, I got it," he replied and handed me the agreement paper.

"Wow…!"

"Now, we just have to get Lacuna's agreement."

"We have to do it within one week," I said.

"One week?"

"Yes," I nodded. "Evan sent me a letter today. He said if everything goes as planned, they will win within one week or two. Let's say it's one week."

Before he could ask for it, I quickly gave him the letter. I did not want him to suspect anything. Evan also knew that Dem was a very jealous person who assumed just anything when I talked to another man.

"Why is he so informal with you?" he asked.

"Haa, he has been informal with me since the first time we met. I don't mind it," I said. "You know it too. Formality is not something that I learned in my world. I am not used to it fully."

He did not argue anymore. He just gave the letter back to me after reading it twice or perhaps more. Was he checking something?

"It's late now. Let's discuss everything tomorrow," he said. "Have you had your dinner?"

"…"

"I knew it," he sighed. "I told you not to wait for me."

"Let's go now. I will ask the maids to get our dinner in the bedroom," I said, pulling his hand.

His hand was big and firm, just like the way it was when he first held my hands. I always wondered why it always gave me a sense of security whenever he held my hand.

Unlike most knights, he did not have any calluses though his hand was rough. As his wife, I knew the reason very well; he took care of his skin more than anyone I had ever seen. He would always make sure he did not have a single unwanted mark on his skin.

Was he it because he was born into a Royal family that he liked to preserve his skin in the best condition?

"Dem, can I ask you something?" I asked.

"What?"

"Was your father the rough type? I mean, I have seen his portrait before and his face looks rough, but I am not sure if he was rough in nature as well."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I am being weird, right? I mean, you look rather rough too, but you also look like someone who takes care of himself more than anything else. You also do so. You take care of your skin a lot. I wonder if your father was like that too."

"Hmm, he used to practice a lot, as much as me, I think. He also made maids attend him to take care of his body, well, they probably just screwed most of the time. But his hands were full of callouses. It always made my skin itch whenever he touched me. I even told him to wear gloves if he wanted to touch me."

"But your hands are not like that. They are firm, but they don't have callouses. You practice a lot too…"

"Well, isn't that because I wear gloves that protect my hands? Luc made them," he said. "I don't like marks on my body, though I don't mind the marks you make on my body. Last night, you made a lot too."

"… Why are you being shameless all of a sudden?" I muttered as my ears and face burned up.

"We are in our bedroom anyway."

"There are still two maids here…," I mumbled. I told the maids to bring our dinner to the bedroom.

After bringing our dinner, the maids took their leave as we always preferred to be alone. It was more fun that way. None of us liked to be watched when we talked or ate or simply spent some time together.

"I got a letter from Mother today," he said.

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"Yes, you mentioned before leaving," I said.

I was half asleep when he left, so I could not ask more about it. In the morning, it was hard for me to come to my senses before nine.

"She asked me how we were and said she was sick, so she could not reply to the letters you sent," he said. "How many letters have you sent in total?"

"Three."

"Yea, she said so too. She is okay now and said she will write to you soon."

"But… what's the point of writing to you when she could just reply to my letters? It doesn't make sense if she writes in the letter she sent you that she will write to me soon, does it? Or, am I just being dumb?"

"No, you are right. It doesn't make sense. I am not surprised though; she has never done something that makes sense," he said.

"Is that so? What more did she say?"

"Just regular things, nothing special," he said nonchalantly.

"I see…"

His mother had been sending him letters after he had become the King. Because of the mind control, he had a better relationship with his mother than now. But even then, he did not get close to her as much as she would have liked, at least that was what I understood from the letters.

For some reason, I got bad feelings from those letters.

We could not find anything that would prove that Mother was against us. Her behavior was a bit strange, but it did not prove anything. Still, I was suspicious as well as Dem.

"How long did the meeting take?" I asked.

"Five hours, or a bit more than that."

"… But you have come back just a while ago. If the meeting ended early…"

"I had some work."

"Work?"

"Yes, it took a long time," he said.

"… Did the Queen of Mazazine meet you?"

"She was present in the meeting. Why?"

"In private?"

"She wanted to, but I refused. I don't have any business with her," he said. "Are you suspicious of me, my dear wife?"

"No! It's not like that! I trust you, honey! It's just… I just get worried that other women might fall for you. I mean, you are so handsome…"

"But my personality is not good. I don't behave well."

"You just don't talk to others. Some women like that type of man, you know."

"Do you?"

"No, they are not my type," I shook my head. I liked the type of man who was gentle with me and treasured me; my husband was just that kind of person. "Ruby said that most girls like the kind of men who are cold, don't talk to others, and are playboys. You are not a playboy, but you have the first two qualities."

"You used to not think things like that. What happened now?"

"Don't you remember how the Queen of Mazazine was talking to you at the banquet? She was flirting with you…! I did not like it at all…"

"Honey, have I ever worried you in any way by looking at another woman?" he asked gently, touching my hand.

"No…"

"Then, don't worry. I know what jealousy feels like and I don't blame you at all. You don't flirt with other men as well and keep a distance, yet I am always worried. Perhaps it's just us. Luc and his wife don't seem to have this problem."

"You talk to Luc about these things?"

"I mentioned a thing or two, I think. Even if I don't mention it, he knows anyway," he said. "As I was saying, do not worry, darling. You are the only person I love and will ever love."

I lowered my gaze and started eating again. Why was I feeling so anxious? Was it because we loved each other too much? After I had fallen for him, there was not a time when I did not love him. My love for him always remained the same, if not grew; it was Dem's love that was always too much. These days, it did not feel too much anymore.

Sometimes, it felt natural as well.

Was my love for him the same as his love for me? Was my love growing to be obsessive as well? But I still had my senses left. I did not love him in a way that I would lose all my other senses.

Actually, there was no doubt that my love was growing too much as well. I was just on the first step. Who knew when I would turn just like him?