The Werewolf King's Bride-Chapter 550: Needy

(From Blue’s Perspective)

These days, I had these questions asked by a voice inside my head. It always asked questions and sometimes, it answered some of mine. The answers were very raw and real, and so were the questions. It was like a part of me was trying to make me understand something. But what?

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And when I was with Lady Liliana, she asked me about how my life was before marriage and how I met Dem. It triggered my mind and I just kept hearing voices in my head.

’Why did you accept him so quickly? Why did you not run away? Even if you could not, why did you not at least try?’

’I accepted him because I was tired of everything. Hearing his words, part of me just melted. I wanted someone to like me, and care for me. So, even if I had no way of validating whether he was telling a lie or the truth, I accepted him. I did not run away just because he said some sweet words. It was stupid.

Yes, I did not regret it. But now that I can think rationally, it all feels so stupid. I was just not in my right mind at that moment. I just wanted someone to take me away from that hell.’

I did not regret my choice. With my broken mentality, I was not sure if I could ever be satisfied in a normal relationship.

"His Highness and Your Highness seem to be so deep in love," Lady Liliana said at one point.

"We are. We love each other more than anything else," I said. "This marriage would not work this well if we were not in love with each other."

’Are you sure the marriage life is the life you want? You can be powerful. You are powerful. When you let go of the strings keeping you down, you can fly higher than anyone else."

’Power is something I want to taste, even at least once, but this is the life I chose to have. I could have left anytime if I wanted to, but I did not. Because I want this. I want my husband, I want my son. I can do without power,’ I answered in my head.

The voice laughed. ’Are you sure?’

Yes, I was sure. Was I not?

’When will that one time when you will taste your real power come? Or, will it ever come?’

I shook my head, trying to get rid of that voice. I felt suffocated and confused. I took a brief glance at my husband and son who were on the couch, playing.

I let out a sigh. How could I ever choose something over them? My family might be a little crazy, but it was the best for me.

After half an hour, I finally was free to return. After spending these days with her, I figured she was not a bad person. Actually, she might be a little too good if I was right. She was way too innocent to be a Queen. I was quickly reminded of the old me. I had been like this.

But I did just fine. She would do good if she tried as well.

"You took your time," Dem grumbled when we left the room.

I rolled my eyes. "I am always with you. She needed my help. Besides, I am glad that I helped. She is a good lady."

"You never know. Do not trust someone so easily, my love."

"I trusted you very fast."

"That was stupid, but the situation is different."

"Wow, you called me stupid so quickly," I stared at him.

"I called your action stupid, not you," he said.

He was so serious about it that it kind of made me rethink my entire life choices.

"That is calling me stupid in a way," I said.

"Honey, I don’t mean that. What I mean is what you did when we first met was weird."

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"What you did was no less weird," I rolled my eyes. "You literally bought me. You could have just killed them or something. I would not have cared. And that would have been less weird."

"That would freak you out. Maybe not now, but that time, it would."

"Then, you kept saying cringe things."

"I read them in romance novels. I did not have any experience."

"Just because you read them doesn’t mean you can say those things the first time you met someone," I said.

"How the hell was I supposed to know that?"

’That’s common sense, dude…’

"You were into those cringe things," he said.

"Not into them. I was just… I don’t know. I did not care, I suppose," I said.

We got our lunch delivered to our bedroom as my maids said they would need to start getting me ready. One maid was doing my hair, another maid was painting my nails and the other was washing my legs. And Dem was feeding me while eating.

I had put Dion in his crib as he was sleepy. He needed some sleep before going to the banquet. Or, he would be cranky the whole evening.

"The meat is good. What’s this?" I asked as he put a spoonful of the meat in my mouth.

"Rabbit, most probably," Dem said and took a bite of his food. "Yes, it is definitely a rabbit."

"But I don’t eat rabbits?"

"What do you mean? We had them quite a few times," Dem said.

"Where?"

"In the palace, of course."

"What?"

"… The fact that you don’t know what kind of meat you are eating is worrying."

"Rabbit meat is delicious. During the war, we ate rabbit meat the most," Perita said. She had come back after having lunch and was now having a mousse cake.

"I also ate that then?" I asked.

"Your Highness was served the best pieces. We also caught a huge wild boar. Since you did not like smoke, you did not remain for the barbeque. That’s why you don’t know," she said.

’That many things happened and I know nothing?’

"You barbequed a boar during the war?" I asked.

"We tend to have fun when we can," she said. "It’s the way we have always lived."

It was human nature to have fun. The same went for werewolves. But I never thought about life like that. Life had been black and white for me for a really long time. It was only three years ago when I got to experience the colors that life could bring. It was fun, beautiful, and truly addictive.

"Open wide," Dem said and I opened my mouth. The food was delicious. I had to admit my eating disorder had gotten better slightly. I could eat more than before, although Dem and the doctor said it was still not enough. But they also admitted that I had gotten better. Dem kept on encouraging me.

It helped.

I noticed I needed to get really tired to eat properly. That time, my body felt the need to eat more and I had no choice but to oblige.

It took me a really long time to get ready.

The dress I wore was a feathery dress. The original inspiration for the black feathery part was the birds that I controlled. Yes, I still could not get them free from my control. I felt so bad for them.

The bottom part of the dress was really tight and had scales. It was based on the dragon’s scale. The collar of my dress was really long and stood high, imitating the wings of the dragon.

My hair was put in a sleek bun. The tiara stood high top on my head. I wore minimal jewelry as the dress was more than enough. More jewelry would look weird and just too much.

I wore dark red lip paint. It was the color of blood. It suited the look just well.

Dem’s style was all black as well just like mine, although his one represented his power. Dion’s little attire was a mix of both of ours. We did not add any weird feathers to his.

"How does Mommy look?" I asked my son, who was really surprised to see my dress it seemed. He never saw me wearing a dress like this. He was just staring at me.

"He is shocked," Dem said.

"Do I look bad?" I sulked.

"No, you look beautiful and hot. Most importantly, sexy, I must say. You are now a fashion icon. It won’t be long when we will see this kind of style on other women," Dem said.

"You look handsome too," I smiled.

"Dion, baby, won’t you come to Mommy?" I kissed Dion on his chubby cheek. Now, he giggled and came to me. He seemed to recognize me now.

According to Dem, Dion was just needy and he knew that I would give him a kiss soon.

Dem might not be wrong, considering whose son Dion was.