The Werewolf King's Bride

Chapter 84: Under The Willow Tree (2)

(From Blue's Perspective)

The weight of his precious words and the burden of not remembering anything felt painful. The more I tried to remember, the more painful it was.

"I... I can't remember anything, Dem," I mumbled.

"Don't try, my wife. You can't remember even if you try hard. I used the kind of potion that permanently removes a specific memory. So, the day is erased from your memory," he said. "I'm sorry, but it was a necessity. You know, you can get mad at me for that."

"I'm not mad. You had your reasons, right?"

"Of course. How could I disclose the fact that I'm a werewolf at that moment? So, I had to do it," he nodded. "I remember that you brought a lot of medicine from the pharmacies. I told you not to take me to a doctor. Well, you thought that I was a criminal and that's why I was refusing to see a doctor.

So, you were saying that you will call 911 no matter what. I didn't know what the hell '911' was back then. But well, now that I know, I feel stupid. Anyway, it took me a while to convince you that I was attacked by assassins and they were still after me. If you took me to a doctor, they might find out my whereabouts. Well, I'm glad that you were cautious of strangers.

That's why my beautiful wife is safe after all though you were still hurt by your family. But if we forget about trash, you're okay because you were cautious."

'I guess so. But please, don't add 'darling', 'beautiful' all the time. It's really too much to bear.'

"I was there for the whole day and you took care of me without resting. You were crying, you know. I still remember how hard you were sobbing saying that how will I live when I lost so much blood. I asked you to hold my hand so I would feel safe."

"You really did that?" I grumbled.

"I wouldn't miss a chance like that, right?" he smirked. "Then I erased your memory."

"But did you have that potion with you that time? Why?"

"Well, it wasn't with me... It fell from Ford's pocket."

"Eh? Why would he carry something like that with him?"

"I think it was because in case someone saw him killing you, he would just make them drink those potions."

"That's unrealistic. I mean, like what if a person escaped right away? It's possible, right?" I said.

"He brought a lot of things with him, but this was the thing that fell from his pocket. He had come prepared for sure," he said.

'That bastard, Ford! That punk truly wanted to kill me it seems.'

"Well, it was good that the memory-erasing potion fell from his pocket. It came to use."

"But what if the potion wasn't there? What would you do then?" I asked. There was no way he would have thought of bringing me with him that time, right?

"I would have brought you with me."

"What?"

"Yes, that's the only way. Then I could have a lot early, but I wanted to wait until you're eighteen. The legal age for mating and marriage here is sixteen for girls and eighteen for boys. You were thirteen that time. So, if I brought you here, I would have to wait only three years for you. But I didn't want that.

As per your country, the lawful age for marriage is eighteen. So, I wanted you to turn eighteen first. Well, actually, I didn't want to look like a creepy guy who seduces minor, so..."

"Pfft..."

"Are you laughing?"

"No... Why would I?"

"Ha, I'm glad that you're having fun. But I'm also sad that you are laughing at me. And I'm confused as to why you're not angry at me."

"... What kind of odd feeling is that?" I muttered. "I told you before too. I don't have any reason to get mad at you. You wiped my memory for a reason. Though it was an important thing, I don't care as long as you think it's right."

"You trust me that much?"

"I told you before too."

"Yeah. When I said you should trust anyone not even me, you insisted that I earned your trust long ago. I'm glad, you know," he smiled.

'Ack! How can someone look so handsome while smiling? Jesus, I might die from my husband's handsomeness!'

"Well, are those the two times I saved werewolves?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why are you asking this?"

"Well, you mean to say I didn't save anyone else other than Evelyn and you?"

"That's right."

"And that's also those two times?"

"Yeah. But I still don't understand why you're saying this. It's as if you expected a different answer."

"Of course, I did. I saved another wolf the same day you came. That's why all my money was spent and I couldn't bring beer for Draven. He was angry because of that and even beat me up. But that's not the..."

He suddenly hugged me. It was so sudden and unexpected that I was taken off-guard. But I felt warm.

"Dem... what is it? You're hugging me suddenly..."

"Is it wrong for me to hug my wife?"

"No, of course not... I mean, it's so sudden..."

He placed me on his lap. It was as if I was not a human but air. He did not seem to use much strength to move me. It was embarrassing. I felt the need to hide somewhere. I was sure he would tease me later about it.

"You know, I can sit down there..."

"My lap is more comfortable for you, my wife," he said.

'Comfortable, my ass! I'm all flustered now because of how close he is to me!'

"Now you can talk?"

"How can I even talk like this?"

"Why? Your mouth isn't occupied in any other way. Or should I..."

"No, I'm talking. Lord, you are really something...," I mumbled. "So the wolf I saved that day was not a werewolf?"

"No, it was merely a wolf," he said.

"And I thought that it was a werewolf as well. Actually, I had forgotten all about it due to circumstances. But then when I remembered, I really thought it was a werewolf. I mean, now that I think about it, basically, most of the time of my life was surrounded by werewolves. So, I thought it was a werewolf as well. Guess I was being absurd," I said.

"I'm glad that it wasn't a werewolf."

"Why?"

"Why would you touch another werewolf except me?"

"What the... Are you being serious?"

"My wife, I'm a very jealous and possessive person, you know that, right?"

'Of course. How can I not know this? And he is even arrogant enough to admit this freely as if it's the most normal thing to say. Nonetheless, I still like him no matter how he is.'

I nodded slowly. "I get easily jealous. But trust me, I'm holding back," he whispered into my ear. "That day, Luc even hugged you."

"Ah, yes...," I said. "But how do you know? I don't remember telling you this? It's not like I was hiding it from you. It's just I thought it was too insignificant."

"I smelled him from you and then read Ezekiel's thoughts. He seemed irritated that Luc hugged you as well. Well, it's not like I like this fact."

"It was just a friendly hug and it's just Luc."

"You don't even know Luc that well?"

"But he is your friend, right? So, he must be a good person and besides, he seemed friendly to me as well," I said.

He looked as if he hated it a lot. There were even furrows on his forehead. "... Ah, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I will keep my distance," I said.

"Happy now?"

"Only I can hold you like this," he muttered as he hugged me tightly. "Only I can touch you, kiss you, embrace you, spoil you, and do everything with you. No one else."

"Right," I said. It was like I was comforting a little kid. Since I knew about his personality, I knew how much it meant for him to hear that I wanted it to be him only. In reality, I only wanted him as well. But for a person like him, it was important to express this with actions and words.

"I really have a weird thinking, right?" he chuckled bitterly.

"It's... It's okay to think differently than the rest only if it doesn't cross the line," I said.

"You'll be with me even so, right?"

"Dem, please stop saying such things..."

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't understand at all... Should I lock you up so you can't leave me? But you won't like that, will you?"

"No, I won't."

"Then tell me... tell me what should I do to bind you to me?"

"Dem," I said slowly, "aren't we already bound together since the moment we got married? The marriage vows were not just words to me, Dem. When the priest said we would cherish each other for the rest of our lives, I took it to heart. Didn't you, Dem? Didn't you carve the words in your heart as well?"