Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 700: A Conversation With Grandma Bertha

"Oh sure! I will follow you, Your Highness."

Princess Bertha chuckled when she heard Arielle call her that.

"Your Highness? Please don’t be like that. You are my granddaughter and also the queen of this kingdom. Of course I should be the one using honorifics towards you, but I prefer to be called grandma by you," she said sincerely.

Arielle nodded in understanding. "Yes, Grandma... I’ll call you grandma," she said, making the old woman smile even wider.

Princess Bertha took Arielle to the library.

They passed through an open hallway with violet laces all around. Arielle remembered this place. This was the hallway leading to the torture chamber as William had explained before.

Violet-colored laces hung beautifully on the ceiling along the hallway, while the white marble pillars with gold streaks decorated with dead vines were left with only stems without green leaves because the plants had cooled and frozen. The windows in the room were wider than the rest of the manor until they came to a red door.

Arielle stopped for a moment to see a red door that matched exactly how Lazarus had described it. It had a carving of two swans facing each other with their lips touching one another, like kissing.

"Arielle?" called Princess Bertha who just realized that the girl was left far behind.

Princess Bertha saw Arielle as well as the red door in turn and noticed the girl creased her eyebrows when she finally walked closer.

"Has the first son of D Ashryver told you?"

"D Ashryver?"

"I don’t really remember their names, but I remember that there used to be brazen little boys who had entered a secret room, making me have to isolate myself because I had been humiliated by them in public."

’Did Princess Bertha mean William and Lazarus?’ Arielle asked inside her head.

Princess Bertha turned back to continue their way to the library.

"They cried loudly in a place they shouldn’t. I used to be quite tolerant of children, but now I have completely forbidden men and children from setting foot in the manor. The people I’ve allowed to set foot here are people I believe can keep their mouths shut."

Princess Bertha turned to Arielle and smiled. "I hope you can do it too. Even if you are already married to my grandson, you will still shut your mouth, right?" asked Princess Bertha.

Arielle nodded. "I think your decision to isolate yourself from the royal family is because you don’t want to be looked down upon. I’m sure you actually don’t care about it. It’s just that you respect your female guests who visit the manor and don’t want a place where women feel comfortable about themselves to be disturbed by parties who don’t understand about it."

Princess Bertha chuckled and nodded.

"I like you. You understand exactly what I’m doing. And... we have arrived at the library."

Arielle just smiled and then entered the library, which was quite big but not as big as the library in the palace. Perhaps it was about twice the size of her personal library. Princess Bertha invited her to sit in one of the wooden chairs in the middle of the room.

In the middle of the room, there was a large table with about ten wooden chairs around it and Arielle sat on one of them.

"Women are fragile and sensitive creatures, Arielle. They can be the most corrupt beings when they have been hurt, and the women’s anger could tear down an empire. Meanwhile, men are the most insensitive creatures. Thus, it is not uncommon for conflicts to arise that originate from the relationship between men and women."

Arielle just listened to the explanation from Grandmother Bertha who joined her on another chair. The old woman chose a chair in front of her.

"And this place is a place where women get what they deserve. Affection, love, pleasure, and happiness. Not a social justification that makes them even more depressed."

"You know, we live in a social environment where women are deemed as the source of the problem. If a husband and wife have been married for a long time and they can’t have children, society will blame the woman who is unable to conceive a child.

"If a man has an affair, then the society will blame the wife and say that the wife is unable to take care of her husband, so the husband looks for comfort outside. If a woman is looking for satisfaction out there, then society deems the woman ungrateful.

"If a woman works by selling her body, then she is a prostitute, but if a man works selling his body, it is called an economic decline, which results in unemployment."

Grandmother Bertha took Arielle’s hand and held it gently. "But not all are like that. Not all women have the opportunity to meet men who can understand and love them dearly, Arielle. Coupled with society which always blames women, there is no safe place for women to pour out their hearts."

Arielle didn’t know whether she could comment or not. She quite understood what Princess Bertha meant. She also grew up with more or less the same social environment, but the Moon Goddess was quite generous to her. She finally met a man like Ronan.

Arielle knew Ronan had a past. The man didn’t try to hide it, either. He had many women in his past, but Arielle didn’t mind it. The man did it when they had not met. There was no right for her to feel mad about it.

It was the same as the wedding story of Viscount Ferdi and his wife. Just because the wife’s status was a prostitute, the man’s family didn’t give their blessing, and both of them lead a torturous life.

Separated from her loved one, Viscount Ferdi’s wife became depressed, and she was forced to leave Sasha at the orphanage because she knew working as a prostitute while taking care of the baby would only make the baby lose his future.

All of it was because of the social environment that already deemed women working as prostitutes unworthy.

However, they had a happy life now. Sasha and Crimson were back with their parents, and Arielle hoped that everything would be fine forever.