The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

Demetrius had again left before I woke up. He did not even wake me up. No matter how many times I told him to wake me up when he left so I could at least say goodbye, he never did. He was always like- 'You don't need to. Your body is weak. You need to rest well.

I don't want to see my wife sick.'

I did not understand how saying goodbye in the morning would make me sick. He was just going overboard.

Since that night, we had been pretty close. It had been five days already and as I had cleared his worry that I did not want him, he had become touchy-touchy all the time and was teasing more than usual.

But there was a thing that I found truly impressive. Just one look at him and anyone would find him scary and handsome at the same time. No one would want to mess with him. I thought he was the type of man who would not give proper freedom. The way he talked kind of felt scary and even made me think that he was obsessed with me at some point. But it did not take long for me to be proven wrong.

He was a bit overboard about my health and safety, but he never behaved as if he hated when I talked to other men. Though he never introduced me to other werewolves because he did not like them much, he did not hate it when I chatted with them for a long time. I fact, he was happy that I got along with them though he did not show his happiness.

His mother always liked to go to the garden. I had gone a few times to have tea with her. All the time, she was telling me about flowers. She loved flowers a lot and thus, she loved talking about them. As I knew much about flowers as well, we would keep talking for hours without noticing.

But because of her mother, Dem was kind of frustrated. He was always behaving differently since that night. He even said that he wanted to make love in every single place of the palace and outside the palace. Of course, I said no. But he said he would find his way.

One day when we were taking a walk in the garden, he had almost got his way. But then suddenly, he heard footsteps and it was his mother. Thankfully, she did not understand anything as we were fully clothed. He even was angry at his mother because of that. His mother did not even bother to ask him, rather she asked me if anything was wrong.

"I don't know, Mother. He didn't tell me anything," I muttered uncomfortably.

"That brat... Leave him be then. He is always like that- grumpy for no reason. Or maybe the reason is too weird," his mother grumbled.

'Well, yeah, it's indeed a weird reason.'

These days I had been walking around the training ground. The swords were too cool. And the way they were swinging it was truly mesmerizing. But the most dazzling was indeed my husband. Even his sweaty self was too hot to control.

"My eyes..."

"What's wrong, my wife? Has something gotten into your eyes?" he asked.

"No, nothing, it's just too sweaty," I muttered.

"What's sweaty? I thought it's a cold day. Your lips look dry too, though I have a way to..."

"It's not that! I mean, you're sweaty..."

"And?"

"Well, you are sweaty and because of that you look hotter than usual!" I yelled.

"... Whoa! I didn't expect that, but I'm glad. I need to work out even more then so you keep calling me hot," he chuckled.

"Stop it! I'm embarrassed enough," I mumbled.

Dem always liked to practice at night. He practiced in the morning as well, but he preferred evening for practice. Almost no one practice at that time, so the training ground would be almost vacant.

His blade was too big and it looked heavy. The blade was too sharp as well. But for some reason, I found myself awfully drawn to it.

"Your blade... can I hold it?" I asked.

"You want to hold it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Why?"

"... What kind of stupid question is that?"

"No, I mean, doesn't it look scary?" he asked.

"Eh... No. It's kinda cute."

His mouth fell open, but he quickly composed himself. "I need to see a physician to perfect your eyesight," he muttered under his breath. "You even called me cute."

"Well, you're cute."

"There you go again," he sighed. "It would be better if you call me handsome."

"What? What's wrong with being cute? And besides, I call you handsome too."

"That's only when we mate..."

"Shut up!"

"It's the truth."

"I called you handsome when you wore that black tailcoat as well."

"Alright, alright. My wife seems to be angry."

"You're so mean. I told the truth only. You look cute when you grin. And you look handsome when you are smirk. You look hot when you're angry and when you're practicing with a sword."

"And when I'm topless and sweating..."

"Yeah, that too," I said, and right that moment, I realized what I had said. "Wha... Shut up already! Now let me hold the blade."

"Okay, but you won't be able to lift it," he said. "You're tiny."

I grumpily held the blade. He was right. I could not lift it one bit from the ground. It was too heavy. Just how strong Demetrius was to lift it up and swing it as if it was just a stick?

"I told you," he muttered.

"Let me try again," I said. He was holding the blade from a side so I did not cut myself. But even this time, I could not lift it up.

"It's alright, my wife. It's too heavy for you anyway."

"Ugh... If I was a bit stronger, I would be able to lift it up as well," I grumbled.

"You need to eat enough for that."

"I eat like a dragon!"

"Just kidding! Even if you eat an elephant, you won't be able to lift it. It's too heavy for most werewolves anyway," he said. "Do you like blades this much? Your eyes are sparkling. You don't even look at me like that..."

"Why do you make things weird like that? Well, yeah, I like blades. They are cool and sharp- good for killing..."

"... You just gave me goosebumps."

"I tried to look like you when you threaten," I said. I had seen him threatening a low-ranked werewolf the other day. Regardless to say, he looked hotter that way.

"If you like blades this much, I will get you one," he said.

"Really? But I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle it. Besides, I don't even know how to hold a blade, forget wielding it," I muttered.

I had liked sharp things since childhood. There was a reason for it. As when I was ten and Draven almost choked me to death, I was saved only because I stabbed his right hand with a kitchen knife that was on the bedside table in my room. Thankfully, I had brought it before, so I could cut a mango.

That was the first time I had seen Draven so scared. But after that incident, I could not do it again as all sorts of sharp things were kept out of my grasp. I could not see that scared look on Draven's face till the night Demetrius bought me from my family. The way Demetrius twisted his arm and said that I was his, Draven surely had been frightened as hell. It was a satisfying sight to enjoy.

If I had known that Demetrius would treat me like this, I would have enjoyed the moment a lot.

"No one knows how to wield a blade when they first hold one. That's why you'll learn it."

"Really? Who will teach me?" I asked enthusiastically. For some reason, this idea seemed to be just perfect. Even the thought of learning swordsmanship was interesting.

"I will find someone good," he said. "I would love to do it, but I don't..."

"Eh, don't be like that. It's not like you have to do everything when it comes to me. Just get me a teacher and then you will see, I will show you how much I learned. How does this sound?"

He chuckled and sighed at the same time. "I don't know what to do with you."

"Huh?"

"You're too cute," he said and came towards me. A light kiss fell on my forehead. "And don't worry, I will find you the sharpest blade possible. And a pair of gloves that will help you hold it so you don't cut yourself. You need to be extra careful while you hold it though. I won't like to see any scars on you except the hickeys and my mark.

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