The Werewolf King's Bride

From Blue's Perspective)

"Ruby told me she wanted to do it," Luc said. "It's not bad. I mean, in the end, we are not going naked, right? She even bought a lot of robes for me. I don't understand why I need to have that many robes."

"… Don't be gross, Luc," Ruby grumbled. "You need to change into a fresh one every single day."

"She is right. Are all mages like that? Flint also acts in that manner," I said.

"Your Highness is also a mage, but you are not like that," Ruby said.

"Well, I am not fully a mage yet. I guess I am a bit less than half or more," I muttered. "Anyway, before a mage, I am a Queen."

"That's true. Your Highness suits the title Queen more than the title Mage," she said.

"Haha, I guess so. Anyway, let's start our dinner now."

During dinner, I mentioned my thoughts about Ruby to them. I also mentioned that Mom agreed to it as well.

"It's not a bad idea. I don't personally like to talk to people I don't know. It's always a nuisance," Luc said. "What do you think, Ruby?"

"… I am not sure," she mumbled.

"If you do not like the idea, it's fine," I said. "It was just my thought."

"No! I don't hate it… I am just not sure if I will be able to do everything properly," she muttered.

"Who cares about doing everything properly?" I said. "It's just to work side by side with Luc, but it doesn't mean you will be punished if you make a mistake. I make mistakes too, but who will punish me? Anyone can make a mistake, Ruby. If you are worried about that, then please don't because no one will get angry at you if you make a mistake."

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"We don't expect anything from you," Luc said. "You can do it if you want to. No one will judge for anything."

"He is right. Give it a thought. You can give me the answer when you are ready, no pressure. It doesn't matter what you choose. Remember, it's your choice only. So, think about it carefully."

After dinner, I returned to my room. Luc and Ruby insisted on walking me to the bedroom, but I declined. I felt like a kid if they did that.

I closed the door and stared at the lingerie on the bed. I did not know much about how to seduce, so I asked for Mom's advice. It was very embarrassing, but I still managed to ask her, overcoming my embarrassment. Mom knew a lot about these kinds of things. She chose one from my lingerie collection.

When Ruby was still my maid, she forced me to buy a lot of lingerie, saying it was important to spice things up sometimes. Though I told her I had no idea how to spice things up, she did not listen.

Mom gave me advice about how to seduce a man. She apparently had a lot of experience. She also told me to ask about anything in the future if I needed it.

"Should I really wear it? It's far too revealing… even more than the others…"

I finally put it on after debating with myself. The lingerie had a neckline which was basically a string and it covered only my nipples and downer part slightly. My butt was completely exposed with just a string in between. It felt like I was wearing a string only which was just wrapped around my private parts, that was also not fully.

"Oh my god…," I covered my face with my palms when I saw myself in the mirror. "What is this…? I feel like I have done something I shouldn't have…"

I tried to look into the mirror quite a few times, but I could not. I unbraided my hair and hopped on the bed, under the blanket. It was too embarrassing, but I still did not want to take it off. So, I wrapped myself in a way that was impossible to know what I was wearing.

In the meantime, I read a book about black magic. Magic was more interesting than I thought. The main thing about magic was that real magic did not have a rule; it came from a mage's desire to use a particular kind of magic. Mages discovered what kind of magic they could use through practice and experience.

It meant if I wanted to use magic, I did not need to know any rules beforehand, I just needed to have the determination to use it. A mage would automatically know what they could do and what they could not.

'This explains my thoughts at that time. I just knew I could do it.'

Overall, magic needed practice. The more I practiced, the more familiar I would be with my power.

"Magic is like understanding a mage's real self. The more you practice, the more you understand not just your magic, but yourself," one line said.

It was a book meant for dark mages, so Dem could not read it. Luc could read it since it was not exclusively made for dark mages like that blank page of the book that Dem had given me.

"Black mana is not a cursed power. Just because most dark mages used it to gain power does not mean all dark mages are bad and this power is something to despise. Magic is an art as well as a weapon. Black magic is the same thing."

Still, black magic was feared because of its destructive nature. Dark mages could not heal others; they could not even at least help an injured person by coating the blood up slightly so they would not die because of excessive bleeding. A dark mage's power was destructive and more dangerous than a normal mage's; which was why everyone hated and feared dark mages.

Excessive power almost all the time led to greed for more. Thus, dark mages fought for more power and in the end, got a bad reputation.

And I was now one of them. For some reason, my near and dear ones accepted me. And I was grateful for it.

*click*

I quickly wrapped myself in the blanket again and lay down. I watched as Dem entered the room with a tired look on his face.

The moment he entered, he looked towards the bed, at me. I was pretending to sleep. He came closer and stood by the bedside. He did not move for a while.

'Is he staring at me? He shouldn't be able to see my body…'

"Sleep well, darling," he muttered.

"…"

I opened my eyes slightly and found him drinking a glass of water from the bedside table. That was when I noticed it; blood was dripping from his forehead and clothes. It was not less at all; it almost looked like he had taken a blood bath.

I quickly jumped up. "Are you hurt?" I exclaimed in horror. "How did you get hurt?"

I moved the blanket from my body and quickly went to him. I stood up on the bed and cupped his face with my palms. Checking his face properly, I noticed that it was not his blood.

"Haa, it's not yours… Let me check your body," I said as I started to take his suit off.

"…"

"Did you really not get hurt? I did not know you would fight with anyone today… Were there bandits or something? Or rebels? Who did you fight?"

"…"

"Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked, looking at his face as I got annoyed.

His mouth gaped open as he was looking at my body. That was the moment I realized what I had done.

I dressed up for him, but I got too embarrassed. I tried to move away from him, but he caught my arm and pulled me towards him with a dangerous look in his eyes.

"This…"

"… Have you dressed up for me…?" he asked. He seemed to be unable to talk properly.

"… Y-Yes… But now that you have seen it, I want to change!" I blurted out and tried to get away once again, but his grasp was very tight on my arm.

"Haa…," he sighed and placed his head on my chest. "I am dying, darling."

"What? Are you really hurt?"

"… No, but you are killing me," he muttered. "Will you mind if there is the smell of blood on me?"

"… Yeah, it's gross."

"Then, do you have a fever?"

"No…"

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I am not… But why are you…?"

He grabbed me from my waist and I quickly wrapped my legs around him. He placed his palms on my buttocks as he took me to the bathroom.

That night, I had to admit that the lingerie truly spiced things up.