The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

After finishing the pent-up work, I returned to our bedroom. Since I did not get out of the bedroom for two days, there was quite a load of work. Though I tried to finish them as soon as possible, it still took me a long time.

A lot of things were going on. That night, when I had returned, I found out that my wife was not in the palace. I quickly followed her scent and then found her at King Ford's palace. Despite my warning, she had gone there. At that time, I had no idea what was going on. It was after King Ford described everything to me that I understood the situation.

But even before I could think about it all, she got sick. I panicked. I was scared that she might leave me forever.

She did not wake up in two days. I had no idea what to do. It was like I was losing my mind.

I did not leave her side at all. What if she had woken up and was scared? What if she had asked for something and I was not there to give it to her?

I was scared that she might turn into dust when I would close my eyes.

And when she opened her eyes, her eyes were filled with terror. I could have comforted her. But she was scared of not any other things, rather me.

That look on her face when she looked at me, made me uneasy. I was disgusted at myself without any reason. The fact that she made that face because of me was enough as a reason.

"So, I like the color black too, especially the blackish-blue color of the night. It's really beautiful, right? You must have seen it, right?"

My darling wife was so busy talking to the little cat that she did not even notice me coming in. Her maid was watching her with a smile. When she noticed me, she bowed and left.

"I heard Dem stayed by my side for two days. You know Dem? He is my husband. We have been married for almost three months now. He is working now. I wish he would take some rest," she said, holding the cat in front of her with both of her hands.

'You are worried about me now when you are in this condition? What am I going to do with my sweet little wife?'

"Ruby was worried too. She cried a lot. It feels strange, you know. I never have even dreamed of someone being worried for me. Now, these people are behaving as if if I die, they will lose someone important. Is it because I am the Queen?

Or do they truly love me?"

I was about to correct her but refrained myself from doing so. The doctor told her to talk to someone or something. I must not interfere.

"Well, it doesn't matter. My husband surely loves me. That's all matters for now," she said with a smile.

Her back was towards me as she was facing the window. I could not help but chuckle silently. I sat in a chair silently and listened to her chatting relentlessly to the cat.

It was wrong. I knew I should have left. But I could not. Seeing her smile like that, I could not bring myself to deliberately miss this chance to observe her.

"I saw a bluebird today. Ruby said its feather had the same color as my eyes. Perhaps she was right. In that case, the color of my eyes must be quite pretty. But when I look in the mirror, I don't feel like I am seeing something beautiful. It seems pretty normal to me.

Is it because it's me I am seeing?"

What was she even saying? She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Not that I could say it right now even if I wanted to...

"I wonder what Dem would look like if he were a woman... Bet he would look smoking hot..."

'Don't even think about something as heinous as that...'

"Well, I prefer his male version though... He could be my husband that way after all," she added. "By the way, I haven't given you a name yet. What should I call you?"

"Your eyes are green and they are glowing brightly. They look like sapphires," she said, stroking the cat's fur. "Should I name you 'Sapphire' then? Do you like it?"

"My little Sapphire!" she giggled. "I think you are a month's old. That's good. I will raise you well."

If it was a normal time, I would not like her raising a cat, especially, taking it on our bed. But she needed it right now. Her recovery was what mattered. And I had promised I would do anything it would take so she could recover as soon as possible.

I sat there for some time more. She was talking to the cat without looking anywhere else. Even though I could not say her face, her voice said that she was relaxed. Two hours passed. The time for our dinner had already passed and I did not bother to remind her as well because she was being so cute.

She yawned suddenly. I could not delay it anymore. What if she fell asleep without eating? I went out of the room without making a noise and told the maids to bring our dinner to our bedroom.

I knocked on the door. She glanced at me and gave me a little smile. "You have come back just now?"

"Yes," I lied. "It's time to have your dinner."

"This soon?" she asked and then looked outside the window. Her mouth fell open in shock. "It has been that long?"

I nodded. "... Do you want to hold that sleeping cat still now? I mean, won't it be convenient to place it somewhere?"

"I told Ruby to prepare a little bed for it. Perita said that she can do it instead," she said. "So, she will bring a little bed tomorrow, I guess. Till then... Where to put her?"

"Tell your maid to take care of it for now."

"Alright! Ruby! Can you take care of Sapphire for tonight?" she asked, looking at her maid expectantly. My little wife perhaps had forgotten that she was the queen and she just needed to order her, not ask her if she could do it.

"Sure, Your Highness," Ruby said and took the cat from her. "I think this cat likes Your Highness a lot. She has woken up and is even trying to get away from me."

"Rub her behind the ears," Blue said. "She likes it."

I sent everyone back. I did not like others being near us when we were alone. "You don't have to get down. I will feed you," I said.

She was so weak that I was afraid that if she moved a bit more, she might fall down. If only my delicate wife would get better, I could relax just a bit.

"But I am not that sick...," she said, tilting her head slightly.

"Can't I take care of my dear wife just because I want to? Do I have to take care of you only when you are sick? You hurt my feelings, my wife."

"Ah, I don't mean it that way..."

"Then won't you let me feed you? Or do you hate it when I feed you?"

"... Alright, you can feed me. Don't make that face. I feel like a bully," she mumbled.

It was a tactic that I learned after spending two months with my wife. If I acted a bit pitiful, she would give up and listen to me. It was a mischievous act, but it was sometimes fun.

I took her plate and climbed on the bed. Her lips were pouted again as she was a looking out the window. I had noticed this lot of times- her lips were always pouted when she was relaxing, not caring about anything else. It was adorable. And when she was like this, I could relax a bit as well thinking that nothing was bothering her.

"Open your mouth, honey," I said, poking her pouted lips with the spoon.

"Is it celery soup?"

"Hmm. I heard you wanted to eat it," I said.

"Yes. I suddenly thought of it and craved it. I notified the cook then. She said it's easy to make," she said. "Did they make chicken and gravy too?"

"They did. You want to try it now?"

"No, I will have the soup first."

Even the way she ate was adorable. She took very little food in her mouth and chewed on it. She looked like a little bird that way.

I chuckled, looking at her chewing on her little food as if her mouth was full. "I think my wife is not just a human, rather a hummingbird as well."

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