The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Why didn't anyone wake me up?" I asked angrily when I had woken up at twelve.

I could not believe I ended up sleeping the whole morning. Who would do my work? Besides, Dem was sick. Who would do his work? What if he had to work when he was not feeling well because I was not up? He always ended up pushing himself too far.

"You all know that I like to sleep in the morning, right? And if someone doesn't wake me up, I end up sleeping the whole time. Then, why did not a single person wake me up?"

"We are sorry, Your Highness. His Highness told us not to."

"Why?"

"His Highness said Your Highness is not feeling well, so…"

"Dem said that? He is the one who is sick! Where is he?"

"His Highness is…"

"I'm here."

I looked towards the door to find him standing there. "And I was wondering why my wife is so mad right after getting up. It turns out you are worried about work again."

"Why did you tell them I am sick when I am clearly not? I could not work the whole morning…"

"Don't get angry about it. It's okay to sleep," he said, walking over to me.

The maids left giving us bows. It was Dem's work for sure. He touched the side of my cheek and kissed me on my forehead, nose and lips.

"I just woke up. Don't kiss on the lips," I said, hiding my lips.

"Why?"

"… It's weird and… gross…"

"Gross? How can it be gross? Don't be ridiculous."

"Ugh, forget it. But why did you tell them I am sick? You are the one who is sick. That said, how are you feeling now? Do you have a fever? A headache?

Or anything?"

"I am fine, my wife. You are still worried about me?"

I touched his forehead and his body to make sure he was not lying. Thankfully, his fever truly went down completely.

"See? I am not lying. I am hurt that you don't trust me."

"It's not that. You don't take care of your health properly, only worry about me, so I can't trust you about this one," I said.

"I see. I guess I can't do anything about that one. But don't you think you have done something wrong yesterday?"

"Yesterday? I did nothing other than work though?" I mumbled, trying to remember what I might have done wrong. "Ah, if you mean I took off your robe without your permission, I am sorry if you didn't like it. I just wanted to wipe your body. I mean, it helps if you do so when someone has fever."

"I know it helps and I am not mad about that."

"Then what?"

I could not think of something else that I had done wrong. I could only stare at him and wait for him to tell me.

"You have done all the work yesterday, even my side of the work."

"Is that… wrong?"

"Why would you do that?"

"I… I just wanted to help. You were sick. All the work would have put a pressure on you and I did not want that. So, I tried to help. Was it wrong of me to do so?"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He did my work last time, so I thought I was allowed to do so as well. Was it wrong of me to think so?

"I am just worried about you. You don't have to work on my behalf. I told you that you don't have to do yours either, but you don't listen to me. You can relax all day."

"… So, it's not because I am not allowed to do it, but because you are worried about me?"

"Why would you not be allowed?" he asked, surprised.

I still could not value my worth properly. A part of me always believed that I was not enough and there were a lot of things I was not allowed to do when I should know that I was the one who needed to allow myself to do something, not someone else. It even applied to where I wanted to go, who I wanted to be with and where to stay.

Dem did not want to let me go and I knew he would not. But in the end, it was my decision to stay with him. I subconsciously knew that if I wanted to leave, I could. And no one could stop me, not even him.

Because I had the power to do so.

But I did not want to leave him. I fell too hard for him. It was not just him who was crazy for me, I was crazy for him just as much.

"I just thought… I am glad that's not the case," I chuckled and hugged him. "It's alright. I have not pushed myself too much. I am perfectly fine. I am just glad that you have gotten better."

"It's not just that. You need to be scolded for what you have done last night as well," he said, pulling back from the hug. I was surprised because he was not the type of person to be satisfied with a brief hug. "Rather than sleeping, you kept pressing cold towel to my forehead and also wiped my whole body. It's not like I hate you touching me when I asleep.

I just don't like the fact that you could not take rest to take care of me."

"It's not a big deal. You did the same for me," I said. "I don't know when I fell asleep. Anyway, that's not the point. You got better and that's all. But shouldn't you take rest more?

You have just gotten better. What if you fall sick again? I don't like that."

"I won't. Don't worry," he smiled. "But I won't allow you to do these things again."

"Ah, okay…"

I did not argue anymore. If he became sick again, I would still care for him even more than I did this time. After all, he was my husband, the man I loved more than my own life, more than anything or anyone else.

I had lunch since it was no time for breakfast anymore. We ate together. Dem kept nagging me about my health when I should be the one to do so.

He also told me something else that he did which I wanted to do so as well.

"I still cannot process everything, nor can I believe everything," he said, putting a piece of meat in my mouth and then having one himself. "What if she is still alive? What if she wants to harm you? She can't control my mind anymore since you are my mate, so I am not worried about that. That woman… If she is alive, I just… want her to die already."

I understood Dem completely. It did not matter what kind of relationship I had with the person, but if they did not care for me during my whole childhood and controlled my mind for no less than seven years, I would be ready to even kill that person. Doing that to my love was even more revolting and enraging than doing that to me.

Perhaps that was the reason Dem hated my family more than I did.

"I was going to suggest doing so," I said. "I was not sure how you would react…"

"I don't care. Things related to her don't bother me in any way," he said, shrugging.

'Yet, you almost lost it yesterday.'

After that day, our life went back to normal, except for the few whispers and rumors that we heard regarding the previous queen's suicide. We did not mention Mother in our conversation. It was a silent agreement between us.

But the rumors bothered Dem a lot. One night, he got so angry that he threw a vase against the wall. Sapphire got scared and hissed at him.

"My god! Dem!"

"Those fuckers keep on making assumptions!"

"Well, they are going to do it anyway. What's the point of this?"

"They are making false rumors about you! It matters to me! They keep saying that you are behind her death when we haven't even found her dead boy yet!" he yelled.

"Please calm down, Dem," I said. I was a bit afraid to go near him since my father and Draven used to break things as well and then beat me up even more angrily. Sometimes, they used the broken pieces to scar my body. I knew Dem was not someone who would hit me, but I still got scared.

"I can't believe they keep making false rumors! All of them are pissing me off more than I thought! Really? What's the point of bringing you into this? I can't understand! Well, how can I understand those dumbasses anyway?

I am not of their level, those motherfuckers!"