The Werewolf King's Bride

Chapter 100: The Weird Dream

[We have reached the century for The Werewolf King's Bride. Thank you for your support and keep supporting Demetrius and Blue and let's pray so they have a good life.]

(From Blue's Perspective)

I could not sleep the next night as well. The worst memories began to crawl into my mind, making me shiver from head to toe. It did not happen last month. But why now?

Perhaps I knew why. Until now since I came here, Demetrius was always beside me on the bed. I could never feel the depth of darkness because of his warmth. He made me forget all about my past. But when he was not here, those memories came crawling back again like monster spiders spreading their legs to capture me in its grasp.

Their voices, their scary faces- all came to my mind. It was as if I was fading and falling into their grasp again. I did not want this. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run away. But I could not move my body.

I thought it was over. After all this time when I did not have those nightmares again, I thought I was free from them. But who knew it was a lifelong debt that I did not even want. It was a debt from being born that I needed to pay with my entire life.

There was a dark place where I could not help but fall, deeper and deeper, waiting for it to consume me fully. I just wanted to live properly. Why did I have to face this? Why did it have to be me? Why did I have to be born in the first place if this was what I was going to face?

"It's alright..."

There was a voice. I did not know who it was, but it was reassuring. It seemed like the person was pulling me up.

"Please calm down."

"Huh?"

"Calm down, Your Highness."

"Who the hell is Your Highness?"

"Calm down, Blue. It's alright."

"Ah, Blue... That's me..."

"Do you want me to stay with you?"

"Who are you?"

"You don't know me?"

"I don't know."

"You don't have to know. It's just in your imagination."

"Is that so?" I asked.

"Yes. Do you want me to stay with you?"

"... No."

"No? Why not?"

"I shouldn't stay much with other people."

"Why?"

"Demetrius doesn't like it. He says I shouldn't trust others much," I replied.

"That guy..."

"He is right. People are not good."

"Then do you think he is good?"

"No," I said. "But he is good to me. I love him for that."

"He is not good to you. He just wants to possess you."

"I don't care. He is the first person to make me feel special and besides, he lets me do anything I want. Why wouldn't I like him?"

"You never liked anyone before him?"

"No, other than myself, none."

"Why not?"

"I just didn't find the right person."

"If you did, would you choose him?"

"What kind of question is that? I don't like it."

"Alright. I won't ask it."

"But why are we talking? I don't know if I know you."

"It's just your imagination, didn't I say it? Just let it be in your mind. Can't we just talk?"

"Hmm, I guess so. Talking won't harm."

"That's right."

When I woke up in the morning, I remembered the dream pretty clearly. It was as if I was having a dream within a dream. The first one was a nightmare, an old nightmare. Then someone woke me up and comforted me. That person even talked to me in another dream. But I did not remember their voice anymore.

I did not even know if it was a he or a she. It was weird. It was the first time I had this kind of dream.

"Your Highness, you look even more tired than usual, but somehow, you look kinda relieved as well," Ruby said as she braided my hair.

"What kind of explanation is that?"

"But it's the truth. It's strange."

"I guess you're right. I had a strange dream."

"What kind of dream?"

"Nothing special," I said. For some reason, I did not want to tell her about it. It was too weird to talk about.

I got my spirits up during the training. It was fun to wield the sword and when Ezekiel praised me, my mood lifted up. He was a good teacher and it looked like he was much experienced in this. But I still could not help but think that my husband's posture was worth nose bleeding.

"That should be all for today. Your Highness was extremely determined today," he said.

"Right? It's so cool!" I exclaimed as I slumped on the ground.

"You did well."

"Haha, you flutter me. But I'm glad you praised me. It's good to be praised," I said.

"You deserve it," he said. "Did Your Highness have a good night's sleep?"

"Huh? Not really," I muttered. "Ah, I miss him. I miss my husband. When is he coming back?"

"You miss him that much?"

"Uh-huh. I miss him more than anything else," I said sulkily. "I wrote him a letter last night. It's my first time writing a letter. His bird took it."

"The bird of death?" he asked in a surprised tone.

"Yeah. It's really strange looking but amazing. I mean, I have to say that it's kinda scary, especially its claws and beak. But it's loyal and doesn't hurt me. So, it's fine," I said. "And besides, it has been this faint dream of mine to have a scary-looking pet that will save me from anything and bark at those who try to hurt me."

When the bird came to my room last night even when I did not call it, I was really surprised. And it was kinda scary looking as well. That day, I could not see it properly because of the darkness. But as it rubbed its head against me, it was like my shock had gone away. Now that I thought about it, it was kinda cute.

"What is Your Highness's favorite color?" Ezekiel asked all of a sudden.

"Eh? Black. Why?"

"Just asking. Can't I know?"

"That's not it. It's not like you can't know. It's not even anything important," I said. "I was just surprised."

"And what is your favorite flower?"

"Roses," I replied. "Black roses."

"That's strange. Women don't really like black things here."

'That's bullshit! Anyone can like anything- men or women. Some even say boys can't like cute things. I mean, honestly, why not? Maxen likes cute things, especially cats.'

"What is your favorite food?"

"Pizza! Now that I remember, I miss pizza. It's so tasty...," I said, almost drooling over my imaginary pizza.

"What is pizza?"

"Pizza is a dish made up of a round, flat base of leavened wheat-based dough topped with tomatoes, cheese, and often other ingredients such as anchovies, mushrooms, onions, olives, pineapple, meat, and so on, which is then baked at a high temperature, traditionally in a wood-fired oven," I said.

Whenever someone asked me about something I knew about, I would ramble on without thinking anything else. Dem said it was okay, so I did not care. "I love the cheese ones, I mean lots of cheese. My favorite is deep dish. It's so amazing that I can even die for it. Like really- how can something be so heavenly and tasty?"

"You seem like really like it?" he chuckled.

"Of course! You have no idea... I wish you werewolves could taste it. It's really amazing," I said. "Well, there are others who don't like this, of course."

Dem did not like anything on bread. He had a strange taste. He said it was weird to have anything on bread or with bread. That was why, he did not like pizzas, burgers, sandwiches... I told him he was missing out, but he did not listen.

"Is that the only food you like?"

"No! I like burgers as well. Do you know about burgers?"

"No."

"A hamburger, or burger for short, is a sandwich that consists of one or more cooked patties—usually ground meat, usually beef—placed inside a sliced bread roll or bun. The patty can be pan-fried, grilled, smoked, or flame-grilled.

Hamburgers are frequently topped with cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, bacon, or chilies, as well as condiments such as ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, relish, or a "special sauce," which is often a variation of Thousand Island dressing, and are served on sesame seed buns. A cheeseburger is a hamburger that has been topped with cheese. And it's my favorite type of burger," I said.

"I also like pasta," I added.

"Oh, we have pasta here."

"Yeah. Dem and I had them at dinner," I said. "I like bigoli con l'anatra. It's my favorite. Dem likes spaghetti though not the spicy ones."

'He can't eat spicy things.'

"By the way, Ezekiel, I'm thinking of visiting Luc tomorrow. I wanted to go there today. But my legs are aching."