Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 57: Arielle Is Stuck In The King’s Room

Arielle led the man back inside after she opened the door to the king’s room. She looked at the fireplace where the fire had died. The room temperature also became colder than when Arielle left earlier.

After she gently helped the king back on his own bed, Arielle took off her coat once again. She needed to get the firewood back into the fireplace, but a tug on her skirt made Arielle unable to leave her place.

Arielle looked back. Ronan reached out his hand while gripping Arielle’s skirt tightly. Ronan himself had closed his eyes back, which meant the man had fallen asleep.

"Your Majesty, please let go of your grip for a moment," asked Arielle. She tried to untangle those big fingers from her skirt.

"Stay here. Like before," Ronan replied quietly.

Arielle kept asking the man to let her go, and after doing some tug-of-war for a while, Ronan unhooked his hands from the girl’s skirt. Arielle could finally do what she wanted now.

She crossed the table and sat down on the thick black carpet. After putting in three mid-sized pieces of firewood, Arielle used the lighter to rekindle the dead coals.

Arielle remained sitting there to make sure the fire was really burning. She sighed in relief after regaining the warmth that radiated from the flames in front of her.

When Arielle was hypnotized by the flickering orange hue and a crackling sound in front of her, suddenly Ronan joined her on the carpet and rested his head on Arielle’s lap.

"Your Majesty? Please, go back to your bed. If you sleep here, you will get sick."

"It’s warmer here," he replied stubbornly.

Arielle let out a long sigh but still let the man sleep on her lap.

"What job makes you exhausted like this?" asked Arielle as she smoothed the man’s hair.

"Hmm..." Ronan just mumbled, making Arielle chuckle a little because she found Ronan so adorable. He reminded her of the rabbits in her room who always slept on her lap. Thomas, her cat who had passed away also often fell asleep on her lap like this in the past.

Oh! Arielle was reminded of one thing!

She smiled like a kid and looked down at the king. Arielle wanted to give it a try and confirm whether Ronan was similar to Thomas or not.... Arielle rested her finger on the man’s jaw and stroked it gently. Ronan hummed a little. There you go, the man acted like Thomas, the cat.

Ronan’s voice hitched slightly and he immediately grabbed Arielle’s wrist, so that the girl would not continue what she was doing. Her touch was too much for him.

"Arielle. Don’t," he pleaded.

Arielle was surprised because Ronan opened his eyelids and stared at her intently.

"It’s dangerous," he continued.

"Dangerous?" asked Arielle, confused.

Ronan closed his eyes again and sighed deeply. He held Arielle’s hand to prevent himself from being affected. He did not wish for Arielle to do other wonderful things with her hand that might provoke something that the girl didn’t want later.

"Hm-hm."

"Oh, sorry. I was... just reminded of Thomas. He really does look like you, Your Majesty."

Ronan’s eyes opened again when he heard the name of a man from the girl’s mouth.

Thomas was definitely a man’s name. And he reminded her of that man? Did that mean the man named Thomas once fell asleep on Arielle’s lap, too?

Arielle said she was often going from and out of the palace. That meant there was a possibility that Arielle had met someone... Or maybe Thomas was one of the sons of the nobles there? Was he Arielle’s childhood friend who became her first love?

Instantly the king’s blood heated up. Ronan growled disapprovingly. He had to find out who this Thomas was, and he would seek him to the ends of the earth if necessary.

"Who’s Thomas? Your lover?" asked Ronan sharply.

"Lover? No way... Thomas is my dead cat."

Ronan blinked his eyes. "Cat?" asked Ronan a little bit confused.

"Yeah, I seem already have told you that I once helped an injured cat, and I named it Thomas."

Ronan sighed in realization. "Ah... The one who died from accidentally eating rat poison?" asked Ronan to confirm.

"Right."

Ronan got up from his back and sat beside Arielle. He was really relieved now. He was almost ready to leave the palace again to hunt someone down.

His eyes caught Arielle’s fingers resting on her lap. Ronan reached for the finger to grasp. He shifted his body to get closer to Arielle.

"I thought you had a lover."

"Me?" Arielle chuckled, then shook her head in disbelief. "How can I have a lover if I have never interacted with any men of my age? The men I often talk to are only palace guards or servants."

"Now, I’m relieved to hear that."

Ronan touched Arielle’s chin. He wanted to kiss the girl.

Lover, huh? Ah, he could go crazy if this continued.

Ronan needed an answer to his feelings. Arielle’s presence was truly beyond reason, it made Ronan always overwhelmed with his own feelings.

From the first time he met Arielle, he could feel something inside his body responding strangely. The girl’s sad look shook Ronan’s soul.

The man averted his gaze from Arielle’s luscious lips. If he kept staring at those lips, there he would start kissing them again.

His gaze fell on the figurine of a golden wolf wrapped in thorny vines of roses. It was the emblem of the Blackthorn family who had been the ruler of the Northern lands for hundreds of years.

He had read one of the stories of the fifth king of Northendell, who fell in love with a noble princess. She was about to be married off to the king of a small kingdom across the south and west border.

Ronan couldn’t remember the exact details of the story. It was just that in the history books, the fifth king Northendell was the most loyal and loved the queen very much without accepting a single concubine.

Ronan didn’t really like love stories, so he wasn’t too interested in the story of the romantic king. As a future king, Ronan always read books about diplomacy, royal order, war strategies, history of past failures, and the like.

He didn’t need a melancholic private story of his predecessor king who had won the princess’s heart and made her the queen of Northendell.

However... this time, Ronan became a little curious about the contents of the book... He needed answers to his own feelings.

Arielle touched Ronan’s shoulder, which made the king turn to her.

"You’re not going back to rest?" she asked.

"Will you accompany me?"

Arielle nodded slowly. "There’s a storm outside, I can’t go anywhere. Please, Your Majesty, lie back down, I will accompany you here in the room."

"I do not mean it like that. You need to lie down with me, just like before."

Ronan got up from the carpet and pulled Arielle to come with him to the bed. The man opened his black blanket then stretched out his hand to be used as a pillow by the girl. Arielle just stood on the side of the bed, which made Ronan exasperated.

"I’m still very tired. Two days and two nights, I did not sleep at all. Sleep with me tonight. I need a friend to take care of me," he pleaded with sparkling puppy eyes.

Arielle remembered that Thomas always gave her such a similar pleading look, which made Arielle not have the heart to refuse. Arielle climbed onto the bed, which made Ronan grin a little.

When Arielle lay back down, Ronan covered the two of them with the blanket and pulled Arielle closer to him for a hug.

"What did you do to make you exhausted like this, Your Majesty?" asked Arielle.

"I exhausted myself from running and fighting for two days."

"Fight? Isn’t there no war now?"

"Er... something happened, and I have to sort it out."

"Then why didn’t you take William with you?"

"This task is something only I can do."

Arielle still wanted to ask, but the man yawned again so the princess decided not to ask any more questions. She remembered Ronan crying in his sleep earlier and biting down on her lip.

"Are you okay?" asked Arielle.

"Hm, as long as you hold me tight, everything will be fine."

Arielle knew the man did not understand the meaning of her question and answered carelessly. Even so, Arielle still returned Ronan’s hug, which made the man broadly smile as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Thank you," he said.