Chapter Ten: We are married and we must sleep in the same bed.

Roselle frantically surveyed herself. There seemed to be nothing unusual with her body. The Werewolf prince didn't seem to have done anything to her while she was asleep, she just somehow knew it.

She looked at his sleeping face again and her shoulders relaxed. A long sigh escaped her lips before she looked around the room. It was vast and the windows were covered with thick maroon curtains. The ceiling was also very high. It was a little dark but Roselle could tell it was daylight. How long did she sleep? Was she in the village across the Dark Valley?

But judging from the size of this room, it somehow seemed to be a master room of a huge castle. Was there a huge castle in the very first village across the border? Or could it be that this wasn't the village anymore?

The thought that she was finally in the foreign land, the land she and all her friends used to imagine as a place as good as hell, made her subconsciously hug herself. She didn't tremble in fear but there was a peculiar ch