The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

"I saw the queen myself," he said. "Her Highness has long brunette hair kind of like chocolate. Her hair is really thick and beautiful. And she looks beautiful in a braid. Her skin is fair and perfect. It's soft to touch and easy to leave marks on."

"Stop it already," I grumbled.

"How do you know about that young man?" the old woman asked.

"I am close to the king. He told me," he said. "And red marks look good on her skin. Her eyes are blue as if the sky and the ocean have met together. They are beautiful. It looks like her eyes shine like blue sapphire."

"Really? She must have the most beautiful eyes," the woman said excitedly.

'Just kill me already.'

"Her lips are small and they're like two soft petals. And when she smiles, it's like there are fireworks in the beautiful sky. She is short, but she is better that way. It's easy to pick her up. Well, she is quite skinny, and it would be better if she ate a bit more."

"Oh come on. Skinny ones are the prettiest."

"Still she would not look bad if she was chubby. It would be easier to hold her then. But to be honest, she looks good all the time no matter if she is skinny or chubby."

'I want a one-way ticket to heaven due to embarrassment.'

"She is beautiful! Now I want to see her even more."

"You can see her right here."

"Huh?" I almost choked.

"What do you mean?" the woman asked.

"I was actually talking about my wife. Why would I talk about another woman when I have my beautiful wife? My wife is the most beautiful one," he said. "We'll get going then. And I hope you can meet the queen one day. Heard she is a good person."

The woman was dumbfounded. Before she could say anything else, Dem had already led me outside. I still had not recovered from the incident inside.

'Is it alright if I just die right now?'

He pinched on my cheek suddenly. "Hey, what's going on in that head of yours? And you're red as well. Could it be that my wife is being shy?"

"Are you really asking me this?" I asked tiredly. He was surely just pretending to not understand while a moment ago, he had been telling those weird things about me.

"Come on. I just told the truth. The woman seems to like you just by hearing about you. If she meets you, I wonder what she is going to do. I should invest some in her business," he said.

"Ow!"

All of a sudden, my hips and back started to hurt. I had been feeling a tingly sensation of pain for a while now, but it was too much now.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?" he asked worriedly and supported me by my waist.

"It's just... my back is aching. Well, my waist is not well too," I muttered. I did not want to ruin our first date like this. But the pain was disturbing and it made it difficult for me to walk. "It's fine you know.

I can... Eek! What're you doing?"

He suddenly picked me up in his arms. It was true that it was comfortable, but it was too embarrassing. People, no, werewolves were looking at us and muttering to themselves.

"Dem... It's not necessary. I can, you know... It doesn't hurt too much. I can walk," I mumbled. It was hard to meet his gaze as well, as I was too flushed.

"Who said you can't walk? I just don't want to let you. And besides, is it wrong for a husband to carry his wife?"

"No..."

"Then just let me carry you, my wife. It's just me, right?"

"But others are staring at us," I said and buried my face in his chest.

"Let them. Who cares?"

We reached where the horse was pretty quickly. He put me down and helped me sit on a rock.

"I'll bring some water for you. Just wait here and don't go anywhere," he said.

"Alright."

I stretched my legs and back. Because of me, we had to return quickly. Such a weak body I had... It was true I had never worked out, but I did not think my body was this weak. I mean, I could endure Draven's and Father's beating and then go out to buy food. But now just by horse riding, I felt like my back was breaking apart.

Was it because I had been spoiled since coming here?

"Does your back hurt?"

"Oh yes. Just a bit... What? Who are you?" I asked, turning back.

The guy was perhaps a bit younger and shorter than Dem. But still, he was much taller than me. He had silver hair and blue eyes, but his eyes were a bit darker than mine.

"What is a beautiful lady like you doing here?" he asked while leaning towards me. It was uncomfortable. How could someone who came out of nowhere behave like this?

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I was just passing by and found this beautiful lady sitting alone. Do you mind if I join you?"

"Join in what? My back is hurting, that's why I'm resting."

"Then I'll sit for a while too," he said with a smile.

He started to sit beside me, but I moved quickly. "Not beside me. Just sit in another place."

"Oh, playing hard to get, huh?" he smirked.

"No, I'm impossible to get. I'm already married and I'm waiting for my husband. He has gone to bring me some water," I said.

"What? You're married already? But you're so young. I mean, you look so young. You..."

"Do you have a problem with it?"

It was getting annoying. First of all, this guy came out of nowhere and started to get close, and now he was talking like this.

"Anyway, how old are you?"

"Thirty."

"You're lying. Hey, I know you're not even twenty yet. Perhaps you're eighteen or nineteen. You still have a life to love, you know. You can go with the person you love."

"Shut up, please. I'm with a person who cares about me and whom I like, so you don't have to say things like that. And besides, I don't think you know me enough to talk about things like that."

"But with a beauty like..."

"Do you want to feel the touch of hell?" It was Demetrius. He had come back already. Thank god. It was getting more and more annoying.

"Who the hell are you to interfere with us?" the guy asked.

"He is my husband," I muttered.

"Now get out of here and don't get in our way again. Next time, your head and body will leave separately," Dem said. His tone was calm but too cold and scary that I got goosebumps.

The guy could not say anything further and left quickly. Truth be told, it was kind of funny. But I could not just start laughing. Especially when Dem looked kind of angry.

"Did that bastard do something?" he asked.

"Huh? No. He was just flirting, but I told him that I'm married," I said, taking the water from him.

"Yeah, I heard you saying that," he said. "I hate it when people approach something that I cherish. It doesn't matter if it's an object or a person. I truly hate it. I don't care if they admire it from afar, but getting close is too much."

Cherish? Did he cherish me? My heart started acting weird again. It was not the first time. It had been happening quite a lot every moment, especially when he was with me.

I placed a hand on my chest. 'Hey stop beating like that. It's not like the world is ending. Stop it already.'

"What's wrong? Does your heart hurt?" he asked and before I knew what he was doing, he placed his hand on my chest, right over my left breast. If his hand was a bit down, then he would touch something hard for sure.

He touched me there before too and we did more than that, but for some reason, I forgot how to breathe.

"Does it hurt here? Is it too much? Can you breathe properly?" he asked. He did not seem to be flustered like me at all. Of course, he was not supposed to be. We were married after all and I was the one who was behaving strangely.

I needed to get used to this as soon as possible.

"No, it doesn't hurt. Thanks though," I mumbled.

"You don't have to thank your husband, my wife," he chuckled. "Now that I think about it..."

"What?"

"Nothing. You will blush if I say it."

"Are you going to say something embarrassing? Or are you planning on teasing me?" I asked suspiciously.

"I'm planning on telling the truth. Do you wanna hear it?"

"Yeah."

"Your chest is pretty soft," he said.

"..."