Delia’s POVIn the car, I slowly opened Kral's clothes, only to find that all his wounds were simply bandaged to stop the bleeding. He closed his eyes and leaned against the carriage as if he were asleep.His silence made the carriage too quiet. The silence makes me uneasy. I tried to rearrange his bleeding wound, but in his coat pocket I found a handkerchief I had given my father long ago.I looked at the handkerchief with astonishment. It was placed in my father's room a long time ago as a gift, before I was completely disappointed in him. Although I later discovered that my father had never used it once, I still remember the gift.But why is this handkerchief here?I looked at it over and over. I cut out a piece of my childhood silk dress to make that handkerchief. I carefully sewed it on both sides, and there was a dark D on the edge. These are my initials, because I want my father to think of me when he sees this gift.It suddenly appeared in Kral's pocket. I feel like my brain i
"Yes. Of course, we witches and werewolves are different." A clear voice sounded in my ear, I found myself accidentally saying the words of the heart."I know you think I'm a kid, but I'm almost 100 years old. I grew up in the depths of the forest, so I only keep this lovely appearance. Don't look at me like I'm a child. I'm a very powerful witch." She winked and smiled at me. "But, sister, why are you walking with two werewolves? Oh, no, exactly, Lycans.""Wolf... Werewolf! ?""The one next to you and the one driving in front of you." Vivian's raised voice made my eyes widen in confusion.Thinking of Alen and Kral lying unconscious next to me, I was a little worried that being a werewolf would scare the girl, so I asked nervously, “You mean... You know who they are? Aren't you scared?”How was Vivian able to identify us in the first few minutes of our interaction? Are all witches this powerful?"The smell of werewolves is so strong!" Vivian pinched her tiny nose and pouted, complaini
"The Prince! It's the Prince's carriage!""Your Highness! Welcome back!""Prince Kral!"The carriage slowed to a crawl, and the voices of many werewolves were heard in the distance. Vivian and I lay by the window. Through the glass, a magnificent castle appeared in our eyes.It is a tall and lofty castle. The dark marble of the castle was solemn and low-key in the Sun, and the Golden Flag fluttered and glittered on the walls. The lycans on the guard towers and walls first saw our carriage. They saluted Kral with weapons in their hands.Kral is really a popular prince and he is a well-deserved focus. The thought of me being his queen, under everyone's gaze, made me want to vomit like a giant hand clutching my stomach."Your Highness!" It was Alen's voice. He could not hide his joy and said loudly, "News came from the palace that the welcome banquet is ready.""I know," Kral said calmly. He suddenly reached out and grabbed my hand, which was gripping my clothes. The warm touch startled
The door was slowly pushed open. A beautifully patterned wool carpet was spread on the dark wooden floor. In the wide room, a huge circular white bathtub took up half of the room. Two maids are putting rose petals into the water. The water in the bathtub rose slowly, and a milky mist floated on the surface. Another maid lit a candle in the corner, and a faint, distant, charming smell filled the air."Miss, please take a bath." The door was closed and the maid came to show me the way. I took off my coat and shoes while being attended to by a maid, and walked slowly to the tub with my bare feet on a soft wool blanket.Warm water wrapped around my body, and waves of water gently patted on my shoulder. I leaned against the bathtub, smelling the aroma in the air, can not help but feel sleepy. I put my hands on the wall, closed my eyes, and let my body stretch out in the water.The maids stood by silently, making almost no sound.In Silence, a pair of hands pressed against my head. A pair o
The night was cold and Kral carried me across the hall in my long white bathrobe. The ladies-in-waiting on the road all bowed their heads in surprise when they saw us. I kept my head down and didn't dare to look at their expressions. I only felt my ears turn red."How long are you going to hide?"Suddenly, there was a deep voice over my head, and I looked up. Kral's jaw was taut with anger, and a cold stare was fixed on me beneath his thick black eyebrows."I. . . I don't know what you mean." I was keenly aware of the anger in Kral's voice. His voice was low with suppressed anger and a hint of impatience, but I didn't understand what I had done to make him so angry.At the end of the corridor, Kral, who had heard my answer, stopped. His temperament grew more violent. His brows furrowed and his arms around me tightened so tightly that my skin could feel the warmth of his skin through the soft towel."Two questions," Kral said in a chilly tone. "First, what will you do if I don't get th
Finally, I got tired and lay down next to Kral. Kral lay with me for a while, and then I was held in his arms again. Looking at his face, my flustered mood slowly calmed down. I couldn't help but curl up in his arms, my head resting on his broad chest, feeling safe enough.Walking down the long hallway, Kral kicked open the front door and laid me down on a large, soft bed."This is my room. You can rest here. Don't worry, no one will do anything to you that you don't want to do."Kral went to another corner to clean his body. He didn't look at me. His back was to me. Through the glass window, I hid under the quilt. I saw myself in a sorry state with a towel over my head. My shoulders and calves were exposed, and I could not see his expression as the candle in the room glowed faintly."Your Highness, I have made a deal with you, and I thank you for taking me out of the Red Moon Pack. Your condition is that I become your queen. And I will try to take responsibility and not let you down.
After that night, Vivian never left my side. She always thought there were no good people in the palace, but in fact, since I began to express my feelings directly, most of the people in the palace were very respectful to me. Except for one person, Susana always had a touch of coldness under her pale gray eyes."Miss, please get up."Susana's tone is always rigid, like a machine that never makes mistakes. I was wrapped in a soft quilt. It was as soft as a cloud, and when I opened my eyes, the curtains of the French windows in my bedroom were pulled back by the maids, and the soft morning sun shone through the glass, illuminating my sleeping face."Good morning, Susana."I sat up and said good morning to her in a firm voice.Whether or not her attitude towards me has changed, I am showing her my attitude."If there's nothing urgent, I don't think you need to open the curtains for me.""I must warn you, Miss, there is a lot to learn today. Your teacher is already waiting."Susana spoke
The afternoon session is a royal etiquette class taught by Susana. She looked at me and Vivian with cold eyes. Her eyes seemed to be a ruler to measure our movements, and every mistake we made was caught and scolded."Vivian, raise your hand."I made a standard gesture and looked at Susana's unkind eyes in Vivian's direction. The bell between my wrists rang softly, and I could not help but remind her anxiously in my heart."Ah, sister, I don't like this etiquette lesson."Vivian, with a sad face, raised her arm again with difficulty. The bell carried the sound of her heart. Among the trained maids, Vivian is like a duckling among the Swans. In the fluttering pink fluffy dance skirt, her non-standard posture is always obvious."Hang in there, Vivian. This class will be over soon. How about having the chef bring you your favorite cranberry cake tonight?"I stretched my arms on the polished wooden floor as Susana asked, practicing the ballroom dance that royalty must learn, and peering o