The Werewolf King's Bride

And I was glad that Dem did not do it because he was in his right mind. He was a victim as well, just like me.

"And don\'t call me King Ford. I do not mean to harm you. Actually, I have no reason to do so," he said. "What will I gain by interfering between you and your husband? I just want to take down the dark mages who are planning all this. Their plan failed, so they will try again.

What they want is to take over the kingdoms one by one. As a king, I cannot let that happen to my kingdom. To be frank, I don\'t care about other kingdoms. But since if I want to save my kingdom, I need to get rid of the dark mages, I guess I will be helping other kingdoms as well. Ah, yes, I haven\'t told you what to call me. Call me Evan.

It\'s my actual name. Is it too much to ask?"

"No, it\'s fine," I muttered. "Evan, it is then. You should call me Blue then."

"Well, I guess we will have company in a moment."

"Huh?"

"Your husband is here. This door will burst open in... three, two, one..."

Just as he said, the door burst open and an angry Demetrius was seen in the doorway. His anger was bestowed on both me and King Ford. But this time, I was not scared.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" he asked, looking at me, pronouncing each word carefully.

"Dem, it\'s a good thing you came. You need to hear it as well," I said and looked at King Ford. "Do you mind telling him, Evan?"

"Yes, of course. Please take a seat, King Demetrius. I\'m afraid it will take a bit of time to explain everything."

It took three hours to explain everything to Dem. Evan had a point. There was no reason not to trust him.

"Even if you can\'t trust me, there is a way to prove that I am telling the truth," Evan said. "Give me your hand, Blue."

Dem did not like it when I placed my hand on Evan\'s palm. I decided to ignore that for now. Right now, more than his anger, knowing the truth was more important.

"Try to relax and focus on finding out if I am telling the truth," Evan said.

"How am I supposed to do that?" I asked.

"Just think about, relaxing your body and mind," he said.

I tried to do as he said. I had no idea if it was working, but suddenly there was some kind of black dust around our twined hands.

"Black represents positive in case of dark mages," he said. "If it was white, then it would mean negative. Blue\'s power is awakened enough to do this kind of simple thing. Since I am much less powerful than her, it\'s quite easy for her. Now that the dust is black, it means I am telling the truth. You can even ask the master of the magic tower of Querencia."

"I understand," Dem said, standing up and taking my hand in his hand. "But why are you calling the queen of Querencia by her name?"

"She allowed it," Evan said. "I told her to call me by name as well. You can do so as well. If we are to work together, I would rather want us be a bit less formal. Showing formality takes some unnecessary time as well. I would like to use that time for something important."

Dem and Evan were talking more about something, perhaps arguing. I felt my eyelids growing heavy. There was a pain in my heart as well, just a faint uneasy feeling.

"Are you alright?" I heard a voice.

"... Huh?"

"Hey, babe... Are you okay? What\'s wrong?" Dem asked.

"The... restroom... Take me to the... restroom," I managed to mumble.

"This way... Show the Queen the restroom," Evan ordered one of his servants.

Dem helped me walk and took me to the restroom. I quickly crouched over the toilet and let it all out.

"Go out..."

This time, just like last time, he did not listen. He pulled my hair back and stayed with me. My throat was burning. I coughed up a bit of blood as well this time. It was not much, but enough for Demetrius to freak out and make it look like a big deal. Perhaps it was, but I did not feel anything.

"I have called for the doctor. He will come soon," Dem said. I was still in the restroom, sitting on the floor because I was too tired to pull myself up. I had cleaned my face and Dem wiped my face with a towel.

Who was this doctor now? If he called a doctor here, they would find out I was pregnant. I wanted to tell him this, but I could not. Rather, I found myself mumbling, "Sleepy... I want to sleep."

A pair of strong arms picked me up. The familiar masculine scent filled my nostrils. I snuggled closer to him, feeling safer than ever. If what Evan said was true, then Dem was deceiving me when he was not in his right mind. But what if he was not right? What if Dem did it because he wanted to and that was also being in his right mind?

It did not matter anymore. I had told him that I would trust him, even if he betrayed me. Perhaps I was so madly in love that I forgot my rationality. I did not care anymore. I just wanted to believe the man I loved this much.

I closed my eyes, feeling relaxed in his arms. He was going somewhere. I did not know where, nor did I care. I was going to be alright as long as I could be with him.

It was a dark room. It took me a while to recognize this room. Our bedroom at our palace- how did I come here? I was at Ataraxia. Did we teleport again because I was sick? Did Dem do this?

I heard a crying sound. A baby was crying. I tried to move but felt my body aching badly. "What\'s going on?" I muttered.

"Your Highness..."

"Ruby! How am I here?" I asked, looking at her. Her face was drained. But what shocked me more was the thing in her arms. No, it was not a thing. It was a child whose cry I heard.

"Who... Whose child is that?"

"It\'s the prince, Your Highness. It\'s the child Your Highness gave birth to," she said.

"What?"

I was not even one month pregnant. How could I give birth to a child all of a sudden? What kind of sorcery was it?

"It\'s not my child," I said. "What are you saying? I am not even a month... Tell me clearly who this is."

There were other maids in the room as well. They were all looking at me as if I had lost my mind. How was I even going to make them understand that I was telling the truth? I had no idea what was going on.

"Let me... hold the child," I said. I did not even know why I did that.

Ruby placed the child carefully in my arms. A boy with black hair was sleeping peacefully. Just a minute ago, he was crying. His fluffy cheeks were tear-stained and red.

\'So adorable...!\'

I touched the side of his cheek and he opened his eyes suddenly. I was surprised. Not because of his sudden move, but after seeing his eyes. He had black eyes, just like Demetrius. Now that I looked at him closely, he looked just like Demetrius. I did not see any difference between their faces.

He was like a baby version of Demetrius.

But I was scared. These eyes- what would Demetrius say? But more importantly, how did I even give birth to a child without even being pregnant for one month?

The door of the bedroom burst open. I jumped up in surprise along with the maids. My husband, wearing his armor and completely soaked in blood came rushing toward me. He did not even glance once at the boy in my arms as he kissed me and filled me with his love.

After a while when he was finished kissing me, he glanced at the child. His eyes showed no sign of affection, only disgust. That look- I hated it. And I was afraid of it.

"This child... He has black eyes," he said, gritting his teeth.

I gave a nod and did not say anything. I was afraid of saying anything. So what if this child had black eyes? He was still ours.