The Werewolf King's Bride

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(From Blue's Perspective)

Demetrius left the room, but came back again right after five minutes and made me take another nap. I had no idea why he was doing that. He was behaving as if I needed to take as much rest as possible.

I had my lunch and then took another nap. When I woke up in the afternoon, I felt way too lightheaded. The maids were rushing here and there and bringing strange bottles while chatting away endlessly. But I could not get a grasp of what they were talking about. I wanted to ask, but then for some reason, decided against it.

"My lady, Her Majesty has chosen a dress for you. It is really beautiful. You will look very beautiful in it, my lady," Brenna exclaimed excitedly.

"Demetrius's mother?" I asked.

"Yes, my lady. Her Majesty had brought the best designer of our kingdom and ordered the dress," she replied.

But how did she know my size? Could it be that Demetrius had known my size all along and told her that? Perhaps that was how he got that red dress for me and it even fit me well.

For some reason, rather than being excited about the wedding, I was kind of anxious. My heart was throbbing inside my chest as if it was scared at the expectation of something bad. After all, my life was never something to be happy about. Even I lost the mood to hope for something good.

"Is something wrong, my lady?" she asked.

Perhaps she noticed my gloomy uncertain look. Even though I tried not to show it, I could not properly remove that look from my face.

"No, I'm just nervous," I said, managing a smile.

"To be honest, I would be nervous too before my wedding, my lady," she whispered to me as she was cleaning my feet.

"Why?" I asked.

"My apologies, my lady, but I cannot tell you about that. His Majesty warned us not to tell you about anything," she said, sounding truly apologetic.

"Oh, alright," I mumbled.

After cleaning my feet, which was more like washing them again and again and applying lotion-type things on them, she went to prepare my nightwear. Ruby came to comb my hair.

"We will start preparing you now, my lady," she said. "After I comb your hair, Ari and Brenna will help you get into your dress."

"Alright," I said and sat on the stool. "Would you get nervous before your wedding, Ruby?"

"Um..."

"You can tell me. It will be a secret between us," I said.

"His Majesty warned us not to," she said.

"I know. But I'm really nervous. Just tell me some of it. I just... I don't know why. I can't relax.

Please," I begged.

I surely managed to give her puppy eyes. "Alright, my lady, but if his majesty finds out..."

"He won't," I assured her.

"If you say so... well, on the wedding ceremony, the werewolves bite on each other's skins and drink a bit of their blood. It's called marking. It means that you belong to each other."

"Like both the male and the female bite into each other's skins?"

"Yeah, they do, my lady."

"But I'm not a werewolf. I don't think there will be a mark left if I bite him," I mumbled. "His muscles are pretty hard."

"No, my lady. You don't have to do that. Only his majesty will do it. And besides, only the Alpha has the right to choose his own mate. He can choose a human if he wants to. That's why for the marking process, the Alpha doesn't need to be marked.

The moment he bites into his chosen one's skin, just like the way she becomes his, he becomes hers as well. They become connected from blood to blood and soul to soul. Until one of them dies, the other one cannot get another mate. Werewolves' wedding ceremony does not take long. To be honest, the werewolves only have to mark each other and that's all. Then there is a feast," she explained.

"The biting thing- how long does it take?" I asked. The thought of him biting into my flesh was terrifying.

"Not long. It will be over in a few moments, but..."

"But what?"

"It will hurt a bit, my lady," she said, hesitantly.

"And what do you mean by 'a bit'?"

"I'm sorry, my lady, but it will hurt a lot. But the pain will be gone in a moment. We have prepared an ointment for you on his majesty's order. His Majesty told us to make the best and most effective one for you, my lady."

"That's a bit good, I suppose," I mumbled. No matter what they were going to apply on my skin, the procedure was going to be painful. My heart was shaking with fear in my chest, but I tried not to show it.

"You don't sound convinced, my lady," she said.

"That's because I'm afraid. But I'll try to be brave," I murmured. "Tell me more. What do I have to do next?"

"A marking process is not fulfilled just by this. The werewolves need to mate for the marking process to be fulfilled. And on the wedding night, the mating process takes longer than usual. And as you're a human, this will be really exhausting for you. There is a possibility that you'll be way too fatigued to move your muscle, but still, the mating needs to go on until sunrise."

My cheeks were flushed red, but the fear seemed to have gotten stronger. I was tiny next to Demetrius. If he mated with me, I feared if I would be left in one piece by morning. Even the thought of no one dying by having sex did not seem to calm me down.

"We might get a prince very soon, my lady," she said, dreamily. And here I was, fearing everything that was about to come to my life.

I did not try to argue with her that I was not planning to have any kid any time soon. To be honest, I was more like a kid myself. How would I be able to take care of another one? And besides, what if I get paralyzed by the next morning with the whole mating thing? I shook my head frantically, trying to get those ridiculous thoughts of my head.

"Is there anything else that I need to know?" I asked.

"No, my lady. They are everything," she replied.

I was truly feeling bad. I did not care what was happening around me. I did not even notice when the other maids entered, or when they put that wedding dress on me. They did my makeup, but I did not see anything. I was deep in thought, trying to reason with myself that I would not die tonight.

"She looks stunning," Arianell said.

"My lady, look, His Majesty won't be able to take his eyes off you," Brenna exclaimed.

"My lady!"

"Oh, what were you saying?" I asked, jolting back to reality.

"My lady, take a look at yourself in the mirror. You look dazzling," Brenna said.

Even though I did not have any intention to do so, I forced my eyes to see myself in the mirror. Dazzling- I could not say if that was it, but something was different about my looks, or was it because of the dress?

The dress was not white, rather it was black, deep black like a black hole. There were little white dots all over the dress as if stars in a black sky.

The dress might be beautiful, to be honest, the most beautiful dress I had ever seen, but I was not okay with it. It was far too_ revealing for me.

The dress had a long train and those white dots were shimmering in the light now that I looked at them properly. The dress was backless, with no single trace of fabric or anything. I had never worn something like this before. I was feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious. It had a boat neckline and there was enough place for him to bite into the flesh of my shoulder.

I flinched, rubbing the place as if soothing it before something like that was going to happen.

It had long sleeves that covered my hands up to my fingers, kind of like arm gloves. I wondered what kind of fabric it was that it made me feel so comfortable, light, and cold.

The earrings that they made me wear were black as well, with a long trace of black pearls that went down to my shoulders.

They put my hair in a loose plait. I had to admit my hair looked kind of beautiful in this way, but I still had a hard time trying to see if it was truly me.

So that's how it was- I was getting married after all.

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