It had been a week since Harriet and Liam's first full moon night. The woman's days passed in a relaxing routine. There was no letter from the Old Duke yet, but Harriet had already received some information from her acquaintances. The war was still going on fiercely.
So many aids were also sent by the military powerhouses on this Imperial Continent, to help the Old Duke. Harriet and everyone at Almandine Castle could breathe a sigh of relief at this information. They did believe the Old Duke and their pack would win the battle.
In the afternoon, just as Harriet was about to go up to the tower with her servants to wipe Liam's body, Daniel appeared. He told Harriet that a letter had come from the imperial capital for her.
Daniel's words instantly made Harriet furrow her brows deeply.
"I'll read it later. Thanks, Daniel," said Harriet, walking away, leaving a confused Daniel.
"B-but, Madam, isn't this an important matter? His Majesty the Emperor sent it for you…" Daniel caught up with Harriet.
"Well, if it's really important, then the Emperor should send a trusted person to see me, not just sent me a letter," said Harriet calmly.
In the passage at the bottom of the stairs to the tower, Harriet turned to Daniel and smiled.
"Just put it on my dressing table, and I'll open it after dinner," said Harriet.
Daniel was speechless and smiled confusedly. He saw Harriet lead the servants up the tower.
As soon as the woman's figure was out of sight, Daniel observed the letter in his hand with the wax stamp of the Euclase Empire coated in gold powder. He felt a little awkward because the letter was like a hot object in his hand. He had indeed heard that Marchioness Goldlane was a person the Emperor trusted greatly and she was gifted in politics.
However, it seemed that Harriet was still annoyed with the Emperor because it was the Emperor who sent her brother on a dangerous expedition that caused his condition now.
Daniel went and carried out Harriet's orders.
***
After a week of doing the same thing, Harriet had a better grasp of the technique to wipe Liam's body. Now she only needed two servants to assist her, turning and tilting Liam's body. Even though she and Liam couldn't really talk to each other or do anything together, Harriet felt that the time she wiped Liam's body was a way of getting closer to him.
Liam didn't eat at all except when he woke up once every month. He also did not wake up no matter what people did to his body. The only indications that he was still alive were his body temperature and his breathing.
After they were done, the maids withdrew as usual and left Harriet in the room. Harriet would sit for a while, waiting for the sun to set and light the candles, then open the ceiling panels. But when it was time for dinner, Harriet didn't feel like going downstairs. She didn't want to open the letter from the capital.
The woman took a deep breath and decided to act selfishly for once. She rang the bell-rope installed in the tower to summon a servant from below, then asked for her dinner to just be sent up to the tower. She also didn't forget to ask a servant to bring her some of the books she was reading. They were about Lycans and the accounting ledgers of the Pack.
She sent a message that she would sleep here tonight.
Harriet sat comfortably on the sofa, eating her food. After that, she would read in silence. Now and then, she would turn to Liam, who was fast asleep, feeling the serene peace slowly fading into a strange comfort and familiarity.
Harriet furrowed her brows deeply while reading a book about Lycans. It said that Lycans had a long life and could quickly recover from their injuries because they had excellent regeneration ability.
It was hard to kill Lycans, moreover, their Alpha. In records, the Old Duke was once stabbed with seventeen swords and eleven daggers in a battle during his prime years. However, he recovered within a month.
Harriet glanced back at her husband. She remembered the large cross wound on the blonde-haired man's chest and the known fact that he lost his heart…
They really were monsters.
Not that it was a bad thing for Harriet, but it was better to admit that they were monsters than to deny it. After all, living and marrying monsters like them wasn't a terrible experience, according to Harriet.
The woman's face turned red.
Harriet stood, put her book on the table, and walked to the window where she saw Liam sitting on their first night. At that time, the man looked more impressive than a prince. However, right now, he looked more like a Sleeping Beauty.
The thought of that made Harriet chuckle. Her husband was a monster, a handsome prince, and Sleeping Beauty, all at once.
The moon rose to the peak of the horizon, and the spring stars began to shine. The many constellations would be clearly visible in the summer sky, Harriet couldn't wait to see them from this tower. With Liam…
If only he could open his eyes by then.
Harriet changed into a more comfortable nightgown and slipped under the covers on the bed, beside Liam. Tired, she immediately fell asleep.
That night, in Harriet's dream, she saw a man with long blonde hair step over to her side and hug her tightly. It was so warm and comfortable that Harriet drifted off to sleep, much deeper than usual nights.
***
The next morning, Secretary Daniel climbed the tower with a breakfast tray for Harriet. He also brought the letter from the capital yesterday with him.
Daniel knew that Harriet didn't want to go back to her room and read the letter, so she decided to sleep in the tower. However, even if Harriet didn't want to read it, the Emperor was still the leader of this Imperial Continent. They couldn't put it off any longer.
As usual, Daniel did his morning routine. He closed the ceiling panels and was about to tidy up the room when–
CLANG!
Daniel dropped the empty tray of dishes in his hand as he saw Liam hugging Harriet from behind on the bed. The secretary still couldn't digest the sight when suddenly, his two masters slowly woke up.
"Y-Y-Young Lord…?"
"Goodness, it's so noisy, what's wrong?" Liam sat slowly with his eyes still closed, while Harriet tried to open her eyes which were still sticky from a good night's sleep. She was confused by the commotion, but because she wasn't fully awake yet, she hadn't noticed anything strange.
"Young Lord is awake!"
Daniel ran out of the room to find a physician, leaving Liam and Harriet still confused.
It was then that Harriet began to realize she had just heard Liam's hoarse voice.
And Liam was starting to realize he was waking up in the morning sun.
Then the two stared at each other.
"Eh?"
"Ah…"
Liam stared in awe all around the room. Everything was so bright and shimmering, so different from the darkness of the night under the full moon that he was used to seeing when he woke up once a month.Because he was getting used to it, he thought he'd wake up on the next full moon, but things were so different when he opened his eyes. He was dazzled. It was a bit difficult for him to adapt to everything."Milord…?"Beside Liam sat a woman wearing only a simple nightgown on the bed. Liam knew her as his wife, Harriet."Am I dreaming, Madam?" the man asked, narrowing his golden eyes in disbelief."I-I wanted to ask the same thing…" said Harriet quietly.Liam got out of bed and walked towards the east window slowly. The sun had climbed high in the sky. From the top of the tower, he could see the view of the Northern Land under the bright sky.When was the last time he witnessed this sight?Harriet got off the bed an
A few days after the incident in which Liam woke up, Harriet woke up with cramps in her stomach. Sensing this as a bad omen, Harriet quickly got up and saw a red stain on her bedsheet.She felt a stabbing feeling in her chest.Amelia, her maidservant, walked over to her in the bathroom as she cleaned herself up and massaged her shoulders gently."Madam, there is no need to be discouraged. This is only the first month," she said.Harriet nodded while flashing a gentle smile at the beautiful middle-aged woman. It was she who taught Harriet everything about Lycan mating process. It was she who helped her prepare for her first night and suggested a suitable scent to wear that night."We've been very lucky Young Lord didn't refuse to interact with you," the woman said. She quickly continued, "I didn't mean to upset you by saying that.".Amelia helped Harriet dry off her body after the bath. And then she helped her put on her underwear which was n
"So every day my madam bathes me?"The man was so close, awake, and now stood behind Harriet.The relief shrouded in another feeling that welled up in Harriet's chest drowned her. Harriet blushed but felt a little irritated. Why was the first thing the man did as soon as he woke up was tease her?"Milord!" Harriet wanted to protest."Yes, Madam?"The deep voice and the soft breathing that Harriet felt behind her ear made Harriet palpitate even more."I-I-I am your wife! Why are you teasing me when I try to serve you as a wife or because I sleep in the same bed with you–""Pfft…"Harriet was getting annoyed at the man who was holding back his laughter. Her heart ached a little when she remembered that she wasn't this man's destined mate, which certainly explained the reason why this man might not like Harriet around him.Amidst his laughter, Liam innocently asked, "Couldn't Madam take my feelings into account? I'm still a man with pride. When I found out that Madam was the one who bath
Harriet's pale lavender hair was a very rare color in the North. When the maids braided Harriet's hair in a Northern women's hairstyle, Harriet was often complimented on how beautiful her hair color was. Harriet just chuckled at that. She actually felt that the physique of the Northerners was much more beautiful than those of women in the capital. Northerners had soft, fair skin with pink undertones, and they usually had dark-colored hair. Meanwhile, Harriet's skin had pale undertones, almost transparent, and her entire body couldn't stand the bright sunlight from the sky reflecting off the white snow. “Do you have Siren's blood running in your body? Sirens' hair is usually dark blue and purplish," said one of the maids. Harriet smiled at the question. "I'm not sure either," said Harriet quietly. “Or perhaps you are related by blood with members of the Mercury Kingdom, Madam. They are famous for their silver or bluish hair," said another maid. Harriet chuckled again. She really
"Madam, the two times I woke up, it always had something to do with you, you're aware too, right?" Harriet ate her food quietly on the sofa, trying to ignore Liam's obvious words to tease her. “Come on, we both know I woke up first that morning after Madam slept with me. Then, I woke up a second time when Madam was about to bathe me. Isn't it obvious that the key is in your hands, Madam?" Liam asked her. What Liam said was one hundred percent true, but Harriet felt the way Liam said it made everything sound weird. "Maybe Madam should spend more time with me so I can wake up more often?" Liam asked her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Harriet had always felt that her arrival would affect this man's life. And when there was a change in his routine of waking up once a month, Harriet naturally felt that it had something to do with her. “Milord, did you force yourself to wake up because you feel guilty if I feel lonely without your support as my husband?” asked Harriet back. Li
Harriet's fingertips trembled as she tried to lift her skirt in front of Liam. The higher she lifted her skirt, the more Harriet could see the activity inside Liam's pants. Maybe Liam didn't force himself to touch Harriet? Maybe Liam wasn't feeling uncomfortable? So what had the man been holding all this time? Harriet saw Liam cover his mouth with one hand. His eyes stared straight at Harriet's almost exposed thighs and crotch. As Harriet stopped lifting her skirt, Liam's other hand slowly gripped his own pants, as if trying not to lift her skirt himself. He really seemed to be holding himself back. Holding himself back? In that second, Harriet realized that Liam was… truly holding himself back. A faint smile formed on Harriet's flushed face. “Why stop? Don't you want to prove it?" Liam asked. Harriet shook her head. “What will Milord do after seeing it?” asked Harriet back. "Once I see it, I can prove to you how much I miss you," Liam said. Harriet shook her head again. "
Now Harriet knew provoking Liam wasn't a good idea. She was lying on her stomach on the bed without a single thread covering her body when Liam covered her with a thick blanket. The man had finished putting his pants back on, walking towards the wide-open tower window. Harriet held back her sleep as she watched Liam's sturdy back turn to her. "Go to sleep, Madam. When you wake up, I will still be here with you," said the man. "You don't want to sleep with me, Milord?" asked Harriet softly. Liam leaned back against the window frame like when they first met and smiled at Harriet. The man nodded slowly. "Mm, I don't want to sleep yet," the man said quietly. At that moment, it felt like Harriet was just blinking. Because when she woke up, Liam was still sitting in the same place and the same position, but the sun was already rising on the eastern horizon. Harriet jolted awake, and let out a small groan from the pain in her lower back. Harriet heard Liam chuckling. “Oh God… you had
"Are you still mad at me?" asked Liam, who took Harriet's hand and put her fingers to his lips, kissing it long and deeply. Harriet looked the other way and still didn't say anything. Liam kept trying to figure out what Harriet was seeing because he thought maybe she was interested in something, but the woman seemed to be staring blankly into the air by her side. As their breakfast arrived, Harriet finally turned to Liam. The man looked like a remorseful Golden Retriever. Harriet suppressed her smile, trying to control her face, which was about to burst into laughter. "All right, let's have breakfast, Milord," said Harriet. Liam's golden eyes stared straight at her. "I'm sorry," the man said once again in a very soft voice, even making the people sitting and having breakfast at the tables around them swoon. It was no exception for the breakfast shop waitress, who immediately blushed. "I'm not angry anymore," said Harriet no less gently. Her lavender eyes radiated shaded warmth,