The Werewolf King’s Bride - Chapter 54

(From Blue’s Perspective)

“Can I ask why?”

“Well, I want to spend some time with her,” I replied.

“If you think you can turn her into a good person just by talking to her, you’re doing it for nothing,” he said.

“I’m not doing to for that. I just need to see what kind of move she will make to embarrass me,” I said.

I did not like his aunt as well. There was some kind of malice in the way she looked at us. It was uncomfortable. From the first day I came here until now, that look in her eyes never changed. I needed to see if she was smart enough to scheme something big, or she would go with the traditional plans.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

“Neither do I. But I think I should. Just think about it- isn’t she the type of woman who can scheme against us?”

“She is,” he nodded.

“She is a woman and it’s said that poison is a woman’s weapon. I need to see if she will go the traditional way. I mean, I actually want her to go the traditional way. You know what I mean?”

“Of course,” he smirked. “In some cases, tradition is better than rare.”

If I accepted her invitation, then she would try to poison me or use some petty tricks. But if I declined, then she would think I was a tricky opponent or I was trying to avoid her. She would make big plans in that case and even could start an uprising or plot against us secretly. If things stayed only at poisoning and petty tricks, there would be no chance of things getting out of hand.

“In that case, we need to do some little preparations,” he said.

I had forgotten that we were eating. It happened every time we talked about something. Both of us would get carried away.

“We better eat first,” he said and smiled.

His smile was perfect. My heart almost stopped beating. His smile was enough to brighten up my day. And if I did not see him smile at least once a day, I would probably feel depressed. It had never happened. He always smiled in front of me and there was no way those smiles were fake. At least that was something I was sure of.

“Is there something on my face, my wife?” he asked teasingly. “You’ve been staring for quite a while.”

“It’s just… Your smile is pretty,” I mumbled.

“Pretty?” he almost choked on his wine. “My wife, I think I need to punish you again.”

“W-Why? I’m just telling the truth.”

“That’s why I need to punish you, my wife, to show you who the pretty one is,” he said in a dangerous tone. I could never get used to his quick change of attitude. It was almost dangerous.

“… Uh… I’m sorry. I won’t call you pretty again,” I said quickly.

“And what if you do?”

“I won’t!”

“I said ‘if’, my wife,” he said. “Then let me tell you this- when you’ll call me pretty again, I will punish you right then and right there.”

That was ridiculous. And moreover, he was not even joking. I gulped nervously. He was so gentle most of the time that I almost forgot that he had this side of him as well.

His punishment was dangerous. I had suffered once. This type of punishment was not painful, rather it was painfully pleasurable. I feared it. When it happened a few days ago, I felt I was not myself. I was saying weird things and the sounds that were leaving my mouth were weird as well.

After dinner, he told me to wait for him. I lay down on the bed on my back while he was looking for something in the closet.

There were two closets in the room- one was his and the other one was mine. I had another room where my dresses were stored. There was a lot- more than I ever could wear in a lifetime. I had never opened his though he said it did not matter. I had no reason to do so though he rummaged through my closet once to find the best dress he wanted me to wear on our walk together in the garden.

I could not help but chuckle remembering this. He was really childish sometimes. To think I would have him as my husband, I was quite lucky.

He looked over at me and chuckled with an amused expression. In a while, he came back with a few bottles.

“What are those?” I asked, rolling over and laying on my stomach.

“They are antidotes of poison. If you want to act naive in front of her, you need to drink the tea. There is a chance that there will be poison in either the tea or on the teacup. See this bottle with blue liquid?” he pointed at the small glass bottle with blue liquid inside it. “You need to drink it before you leave. The effects will last five hours.”

“What will it do?”

“If you drink poison, no matter how dangerous the poison is, this potion will stop the poison from working.”

“Like disable the power completely?”

He nodded. “It’s a powerful potion and you don’t need to use it too much either. Just one drop is fine for normal poisons and if the poison is strong, then five drops will be okay. But you’re going to take six drops, just to be sure,” he said.

“That’s good then,” I said. In this way, we would be able to trick them and make them fall in their own traps. They would not even know how I managed to survive while I acted too naive.

“What are the other bottles for?”

“They are poisons,” he said. “You can test the potion tomorrow morning if you want to.”

“Won’t it waste the antidote?”

“So what? We can always get some more from Luc,” he shrugged, “though it takes one year to get half a liter.”

“My goodness, you’re so reckless, Dem,” I said. “We can’t use something so precious like this. And it must be rare as well, right?”

“… Well, it is…”

“Then we can’t use it recklessly. Someday, we might need it, and then what if we don’t have it? Someone precious can die because of that.”

“Someone precious… You’re right. I can’t let anything happen to my precious one,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry, my wife. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s okay. Then the plan is set- I’ll take the antidote before going.”

“That’s right,” he said. “You know, you’re awesome.”

“Wha… Haha, it sounds weird,” I laughed.

“I like to see you laugh.”

“You’re starting again. I thought you wouldn’t talk like this.”

“I’m not doing anything bad. I’m just telling the truth,” he said innocently.

‘Your truth makes me feel weird.’

“Come on. Don’t give me that look. I’m telling the truth. Your smile is like…”

“Stop it, Dem!” I slapped him on the shoulder lightly. It was for my safety. Even if I hit him with all my force, nothing would happen to him, rather I might end up with a broken hand.

“You’re flushed,” he smirked. “What about we…”

“Place those bottles to a safe place first. Honestly…”

“Oh, right.”

He placed them back in his closet. My eyes fell on his back. He was wearing his robe. His broad shoulder was truly mesmerizing. The picture of him naked flashed in my mind.

‘Eek! Am I a pervert or something? How can I think of someone naked?’

But then again, he was my husband. I had the right to think about him like that. It was not like I was not allowed to. We did everything a couple would do. Then it did not matter if I thought like a pervert, right?

I must have lost my mind. Whenever I looked at him, I always found myself admiring his looks again and again. It was like I was seeing him for the first time every time my eyes fell on him.

I was so busy admiring him in my mind that I did not notice when he climbed on the bed.

“My wife, you seem to be busy with your thoughts. You’re not paying attention to your husband,” he said with a hint of sulking expression.

‘What you… I was thinking about you.’

“What about I bring your thoughts towards me?” he said and before I knew it, I felt his hand creeping inside my nightgown.

“You… huh,” I gasped as his fingers found their way to my inner thighs.

“Everything on me, my wife- your eyes, your thoughts- everything.”