The other side of the bed was empty and cold when Roselle woke up. She couldn't help but wonder if what happened last night… no last morning was all just a dream. Did he even get any sleep at all? He should have as he was asleep before her. Did he wake up after sleeping for just a couple of hours?Roselle shook her head and hastily climbed off the bed as the memories of their kiss began to invade her mind again. Elijah had knocked on her door after Roselle was done with her private matters and he escorted her out of her room.It was sunset and her meal was prepared at the castle's terrace. The snow had stopped falling but everything was still covered in white, and the venue of her meal was unexpectedly quite regal. She was going to eat on a beautiful terrace overlooking the city accompanied by the lovely sunset.She still could not get used to the fact that in this place, their breakfast was not after sunrise but at sunset. Elijah had pleaded to her yesterday to follow the werewolf sl
"The late empress hid her son in such a place because she knew that the emperor would kill His Highness the moment he sees his appearance. That's why nobody had ever seen His Highness for the first 16 years of his life except the late empress herself," Elijah continued. "When the late empress revealed the existence of Prince Romeo, the imperial palace was shaken since they never thought the empress had ever conceived the emperor's child. That time, Prince Romeo's eyes were scarlet red, and his hair was dark brown. Nobody knew that the late empress had purposely starved His Highness so his eyes could remain red all the time and had dyed his hair as well. She had told everyone the reason why she had hidden His Highness' existence for so many years was due to the prince's unusual red eyes and she was just trying to protect her child from any harm.Everyone knew that the empress and the emperor's relationship was not one that was on good terms with each other as the emperor blatantly show
Roselle had already gone through a few books that she found in the library, but she could not focus on any of them. Her mind just kept going back to the thoughts about Romeo and his childhood. What happened to his mother, the empress? Werewolves supposed to live for a long time. So how come she had already… could it be that she was killed?The thought made Roselle's grip on the book she was holding tightened. Her heart ached at the realization that Romeo had already lost both his parents and was now labelled as a traitor. Moreover, what had happened to him in the dungeon? How did the empress manage to hide a prince in a dungeon that was located in the imperial palace for sixteen years? Didn't Werewolves had the ability to sense someone's presence even without seeing them? Not to mention what Elijah said about his extraordinary skills. If no one aside from the empress saw him within those sixteen years, how did he even hone his fighting skills?Questions kept piling up in Roselle's min
Gripping the table on either side of her, Romeo caged Roselle between his arms as his mouth seized hers ardently. Pushing his tongue inside her mouth, he entered repeatedly until she was drunk with pleasure and too dazed to even think.Then his mouth was travelling along her neck again as if looking for something. His mouth stopped and suddenly, he licked and then sucked on a tender pulse point, causing Roselle's legs to stiffen. Oh my… what was this? What's happening to her? What was he doing to her?Roselle could no longer hold in the sounds that her throat was making that she had been trying so hard to bury. She was not certain what kind of sounds or words they were once she let them out but all she knew was that it sounded to be something like pleading. And she cannot… must not say whatever it was… but… biting her lip didn't even seem to work anymore.To her relief, his mouth had sealed hers just before she could open her lips to voice it out, pushing back the sounds again. This t
After the serious discussions and strategizing about the upcoming war, Romeo was about to end the meeting when the Duke of Dacria raised a new topic."I believe this is a crucial concern we must address immediately, Your Highness.""Are you saying that this other topic of yours is as vital as the upcoming war? Duke Henry?""Yes, Your Highness."Everyone who had finally relaxed their tensed shoulders after the bloody simulations and discussions, straightened their shoulders once again, as though to brace themselves for this other major problem they had to deal with. Just what kind of problem was it that it was as important as the war that's looming over everyone's heads?Romeo sat back. Though his face remained relaxed, he looked at the Duke with curiosity. He made sure to find out every major problem that they needed to address and he didn't find anything that was as crucial as this coming war. Had he or his men miss something important? That was impossible… even if he had missed it,
"Milady, uhm… would you like to eat in the terrace again? Something important came up suddenly so His Highness cannot join you." Elijah was hesitant in his suggestion, sounding apologetic as he explained the dining arrangement to Roselle.Roselle who was about to take her seat halted but she forced a smile on her face to assure the butler. "It's alright, Elijah. There is no need to transfer places. I am fine with dining right here. It's not like this is the first time I'm going to eat alone," she replied when someone's voice echoed, pulling their attentions."Would you mind if I join you, Lady Roselle?" Roselle whipped her head towards the source of the voice, and an elegant grey-haired lady was smiling, approaching her. This was the first time Roselle saw a grey-haired Werewolf.They said that the major indicator that a Werewolf was old and ancient was their grey hair. The woman walking towards her was still very beautiful and elegant, exuding a regal aura of probably a queen dowager
"He… he agreed?" Roselle's face was suddenly drained of all colour. However, her facial expressions did not change in the slightest."I haven't met my husband or the prince yet, but it appeared this was what the council had concluded and decided on. If the prince had not given his consent, there would be no way that anyone could have made a move.""I see…" was all Roselle said. But her reaction was clear to the Duchess. It was obvious Roselle was affected and was even probably devastated, and heart broken, judging from the dispirited look in her eyes.This was not what the duchess had expected. Didn't she hate Romeo that she didn't even allow him to sleep with her in the same room? Rowena had heard that yesterday, the prince left the princess' room and slept somewhere else. Even the servants have started gossiping, saying that the princess must have kicked him out in the middle of the day.So, what was with her betrayed expression now? Could it be that they were missing out on an impo
Roselle ended up spending the entire time waiting up for Romeo in their room, sometimes pacing up and down, sometimes sitting on the bed in a daze – but he never did appear. She eventually fell into a troubled and fitful sleep, plagued with a painful and heavy heart.When she finally woke up, her gaze immediately fell to the empty side of their bed before she turned her head towards the window. It was already night. Though she slept, it felt as though she did not get any rest but suffered greater mental torture if it was even possible.A bitter smile curved on Roselle's lips. Her resigned heart could only conclude that he must have gone ahead and slept with those beautiful concubines of his. No matter how she tried to deny her feelings nor ignore it, the reality is that she hated how her heart squeezed in pain. A soft bitter chuckle escaped from her lips as she buried her face in her palms. She could not help but laugh because now that her husband finally did what she had been expecti