Roselle didn't realize that she had been keeping that position for quite long while until a knock pulled her attention back to the present.Fay and Tina emerged from the door with wide smiles as they greeted her."Good evening, Milady. We came to help you get changed," said Fay and Roselle tried her best to maintain as normal a smile at them both.The maids then hovered around her while Roselle silently let them do their job. Her mind was still wandering, but her brows occasionally pulled together, as though a certain thought kept popping in her head to disturb the flow of her mind."Milady, would you want to go somewhere after your rest?" Tina asked politely and Roselle almost frowned because she knew it was already past midnight. Thankfully, she managed to stop herself in time as she quickly realized that she was in a different world now. The opposite to the world she came from – a world where people moved around during the bright daylight and enjoy their rest when it was dark. Was
Roselle forced herself to go to bed after the maids left her. But no matter how hard she tried; she just couldn't calm down sufficiently to drift off to sleep. Her mind was occupied with a lot of things, mainly, about Romeo. She didn't want to think about him, but it was impossible for her to ignore what she had just managed to glean from her maids. It was just a rumor she repeated to herself, but according to all the things she had observed in the imperial palace – the royal family's reaction towards him including all the Werewolves present in the ball, all told her otherwise. Moreover, appearances do not lie! The difference was pretty obvious and having Romeo being the only one with such distinct appearance says it all.Burying her face into her pillow, Roselle let out a deep sigh. She never would have thought something like this was going on in the werewolves' empire. Back home, the human's main and biggest problem was nothing else but Werewolves and there were no major issues amon
"Never would I have thought that my wife is such an excellent archer." Romeo's proud and gentle voice echoed, but Roselle didn't move to even glance at him. She simply stood there, tensed, as her heart suddenly began to thud fast inside her rib cage.She could hear the maids and Elijah greeting him. She knew that courtesy required her to offer him her greetings too. But Roselle was utterly overwhelmed with the emotions that were surging tempestuously inside of her – the anger, the homesickness and the… unwanted feelings that blazed even stronger in his presence. Why? Why was she feeling like this? What did he do to her that his mere presence could shake her to her core?Slowly, Roselle steeled herself and when she turned towards him, he smiled at her. She stiffened at the sight of that heartbreaking smile that haunted her since last night and then the whole day too.Rigid, Roselle didn't move nor said anything. She couldn't. But when he took a step towards her, she took a step back au
Inside a luxurious receiving room, Romeo was sitting across the general and Thea.The general had been formal and polite but Romeo would never forget the look in this man's eyes every time this exalted general turned his gaze on him when Romeo was still young, until before he left the empire. Like all of the other high-ranking officials, this man was another thick-skinned hypocrite who only knew how to judge based on outward appearances and political gains.Time had gone by and yet, the general was still babbling on about things Romeo did not even care about. Anyone could tell that the robust and huge general was beating around the bush, perhaps trying to appeal to the prince's good side or elicit a positive reaction from him before finally landing on his real purpose. But Romeo never spoke. He looked as if almost all expressions were wiped off from his good-looking face. Except for that cold expression his men knew so well – the adamantine one that meant it was easier to move a mount
When Roselle finally regained consciousness, it was already morning and there was a sliver of bright sunlight streaming in from the small opening in the curtains. Romeo was already inside the room when she came out from the dressing room. However, she simply threw him a glance and refused to look at him after politely thanking him for saving her.She had donned on a mask of irreproachable serenity and proceeded to inform her husband very formally that she wished to be left alone when the man tried to strike up a conversation with her. Still, he never glared at her neither was he angered by her sudden coldness towards him. But one could see the surly look in his eyes as he stared longingly at his wife.Even during meals, Roselle continued to act indifferent towards Romeo. Her gaze never lingered longer than a second and she answered all his questions as curt and as monotonous as possible until Romeo stopped talking to her as well. When she told him to leave her alone the third time, he
Roselle swallowed."I never even saw her shadow, nor had I planned to meet up with her within the last three days, Rosella." Came his firm voice and Roselle could only bit her lower lip. She suddenly knew that she was wrong in judging just according to his expressions and reactions alone."I… I… that…"As she stammered, Romeo stretched his hands suddenly – too suddenly – and slammed them on either side of her, against the wall that was somehow behind her. She stumbled backwards in surprise, finally realizing that she had stepped back from him for so long she had already reached the wall.When she looked up at him, their faces almost collided and she pulled her head back as far as she could without slamming her own head into the wall. However, when she saw the creases between his brows and the intensity of his glittering eyes that held hers, Roselle found herself unable to either pull her gaze away or make a sound.However, she realised very quickly that her reactions were not out of f
The so-called firm resolve, and iron will that Roselle had so long and painstakingly built did nothing at all to shield her from all the words that left Romeo's lips. It was as if his words were fiery arrows. It did not pierce through her shield with force. However, they came like molten lava and they melted her shields, dissolving them down into a puddle of jelly along with her bones.And she was helpless – utterly helpless, unnerved, and shocked. How could mere words bring about such great effect to her heart, mind, and body? She felt as if a spell had been casted on her – a lethal spell that made her body react in ways she had never felt before."Roselle…" his head bent closer to hers. And since her hands were now covered over her mouth, he inclined his head, and she felt his breath against the rim of her ear. Another jolt. An even stronger one travelled like electricity in her every nerve. "I want to kiss you… let me taste your lips. Say yes, Roselle."His voice was so warm and hu
Dacria, the northernmost City of the werewolf's empire was not an unknown place to Roselle. A few months ago, Roselle had taken a look at the map of the Northern Empire and this place named Dacria had caught her interest. It was because it's the only place in the entire empire that seemed to have nothing there, but an abandoned land covered with ice.When Roselle asked her father if anyone lived in that place, she was surprised when her father told her that it was probably the most formidable place in the whole werewolf empire. He had told her then that they had no other detailed information about this place as no human had ever set foot in it. She had understood then that the reason why the estate was a blank canvas on the map was because of the lack of intelligence the humans had about it. Lucius had thought out on multiple worst-case scenarios and had considered Dacria as a place they needed to take seriously, probably more so than the werewolfs' imperial capital, because he had th
Blood suddenly sprayed out of the huge man's body without him realizing until Romeo's powerful fist crashed into his face and he was sent flying away from the troops only to drop to the ground not unlike a chunk of huge stone. Following the tremor of Gallas' collapse, there reigned a few seconds of dumbfounded silence from both armies who were watching this awe-inspiring exchange.Watching the fight and being able to follow their moves, Romeo's men smiled. "There he goes," David smirked and then lifted his sword as he shouted out at the Dacrian soldiers. "Our prince is the strongest, so don't falter! Kill them all!" he roared, and the Dacrians' morale soared as they too roared along and attacked with an even higher and renewed vigour. Their roar was so loud that the crown prince at the far back heard them and his darkened face went even darker.Leon, the half-blood who sent Romeo away in one strike, who stayed back to observe was now back. Jumping in front of Romeo and blocking him be
The half-bloods instinctively stepped back. Their expressions had changed, especially Gallas'. His haughty look was now gone, being replaced by incredulity and shock. He had been prepared to expect many things from this traitorous prince, but this was not one of the possibilities that he had imagined ever happening. At all. Leon who rarely shows any emotions was also showing a wary look on his face and very clearly had his guard up.Their purple eyes had gone bloody red. Time seemed to have come to a standstill and the suffocating air that enveloped them thickened even further. It was as if they were mired in a bog and not only their breathing was being smothered, but the movements of their limbs were also slowed down, like invisible strong chains were weighing them down and pulling them back.The next moment, a flash of something whisked out from the direction of the rubble and struck at one of them. The half-blood called Leon had speedy reflexes and managed to block the unexpected s
Staring uneasily out the windows, towards the direction of the front line that her eyes could not even see, Roselle remained tense long after Luc had dropped her off according to Romeo's orders. She somehow felt that the air was heavier and chillier, even though the temperature was the same as last night.Unease and worry laid heavy on her as if there were a boulder sitting on her chest. She remembered those times in her younger years, she and her mother used to feel this way every time her father goes out to war. It was an awful feeling. Like she was holding back her breath the whole time and could only breath again when he finally come back home, alive. And this time, she could obviously feel her anxiety was more intense.Taking a deep breath, Roselle gripped the dagger Romeo had gifted to her. Tonight, she was not going to do anything but to patiently wait and hope and fervently pray that her husband will be fine and fulfil his promise… that he will be returning to her side. She si
Someone deliberately cleared his throat so Roselle could only push Romeo away."Your Highness, it's more than time already. We must depart now." Luc said, his face still managing to remain quite stoic, despite everything that he had seen and heard."Go, I'll be fine." Roselle urged her husband as well all the while trying to break free from his hold. Elijah also emerged from the stairs, already holding Roselle's cloak and dagger with him."Alright," Romeo's hold finally loosened rather reluctantly. His struggle to let go of her was apparent to everyone that were present. "But I need you to kiss me first." Romeo demanded Roselle boldly, not caring that his men and butler were there to witness how childish he was behaving at the moment.Roselle, and the other two Werewolves could literally hear their jaws dropping to the ground. She glanced at Elijah and Luc and the two suddenly whirled around, turning their backs to them in a bid to afford the couple their privacy – well, whatever priv
Shock was clearly etched on Roselle's face as Romeo eased away from her and faced Luc. Roselle saw how his face had transformed from one that was playful and seductive, into one that was cold and flint-like."Take my wife back to the castle." He ordered in a calm voice and the green eyed blond immediately nodded.Roselle reached out and clasped at Romeo's coat. Her expression was severe.Seeing the worry in her eyes, Romeo bent and whispered to her. "Don't make that face, love. Didn't I promise I'd protect you? I will not let a single unwelcomed person get pass this wall so do not worry, okay? Furthermore, we need to continue what we started but was rudely interrupted… right?" Romeo teased with a grin, trying to ease Roselle's worry.The certainty in his voice made Roselle felt secured and that teasing managed to get her to loosen up a little. However, she was not so much worried about herself but more for him. She knew he was strong but… that earlier nightmare… what if her father had
Roselle's eyes flung open. She was sweating and breathing hard as her wide opened eyes stared fixedly at the ceiling until she managed to get her breathing stabilized. How long had it been since she last had a nightmare? She could not even remember anymore.To the members of the house of Anderson, nightmares were not just some random or normal occurrence. For them, these were taken seriously and were messages of forewarning or signs of things to come.Strangely, it was very rare for the members of the family to ever have nightmares. She heard that there were even some members who had never experienced having nightmares in their lifetime. Roselle however had experienced it once, but that was when she was still a child, so she already knew how it felt.Back home, if one of them would ever have a nightmare, they were required to immediately confess everything that they saw to the head of the family, the dragon keeper. This was a rule of the house that must not be broken, and everyone cou
"Roselle, stop –" Romeo chocked on his saliva as he was incredibly turned on but had to force himself to hold back for her sake.She squeezed him gently and all he could do was groan. His hands that held her, the hands that was supposed to stop her trembled. This was bad. He wanted her so much it was killing him. He didn't want to stop her. The caresses of her delicate hands felt like salvation. He felt like a person who was dying of thirst in the desert and had finally found that saving jug of water – only to have it held at arm's length. It was so close yet so far that he felt himself nearing insanity.Her lashes lifted as her hands continued caressing him and Romeo sucked in his breath. Her hair had darkened because of their wetness. She was like a moon goddess that had emerged from some mystical lake."This is…" she opened her lips hesitantly. "What a man will put inside a woman, right?" she asked, shy and innocent. Not knowing that her innocent question was the most potent drug t
Roselle supported her weight on his shoulders and rose to her knees when Romeo stilled under her. She was too dazed to realize the primitive hunger dancing in his eyes."Ro–" she couldn't even complete his name because Romeo suddenly moved and grabbed her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up slightly as he buried his head against her torso. Roselle felt his forehead a feverish contrast as to the cool span of her upper body, helping her clear her muddled head a little."Roselle… oh, god…" his tone was grave, his eyes were passion-drowsed as he cupped the soft shape of her breast with his one hand. He gently kneaded, squeezed it while his mouth kissed her throat.His hands began to explore her body, on and on, she felt both his light and heavy touches alternately everywhere as if he were determined to leave nothing untouched and unexplored."Ro…" Roselle moaned and gasped and strained at his touches and kisses. The strong hands tracing over every nook and cranny of
"You're so exquisite, my love." He said, his gaze worshipfully running across every curve and dip of her delectable figure. But he stepped away. "Get into the water first while I undress. It's cold."Even though Roselle unusually was not feeling cold at all, she took Romeo's hand and let him help her into the tub. She quickly lowered herself until all of her was submerged except her head, in the hopes of hiding her naked body in the water. The water felt too hot on her already feverish skin.Roselle could see him undressing from the corner of her eyes, but she did not dare turn that way to look and confirm her thoughts. She instead resolutely fixed her gaze at the fireplace, trying to calm herself from the seemingly growing fire inside of her. What was going with her, was she having a fever? But it did not feel like the fever she normally get…"Wife," his voice pulled her attention back to him and she absentmindedly turned her head towards Romeo."Hmmm? What is…" she replied distracte