Elijah couldn't deny his reasoning, but he also could not agree with his master offering to assist his wife like a maid! "You might be right, but you can't just offer to take over the job of a maid like that. You're not a bloody maid Your Highness! Please think of your position.""I'm her husband. And that is not an issue. Helping my wife out is my responsibility." His gaze sharpened, causing Elijah to sigh, knowing that it won't be a good idea for him to say more. 'Good Lord,' he could only think inside him."Go prepare something for her to eat." He ordered and Elijah immediately moved.A deep sigh escaped Romeo's lips as soon as Elijah was gone. Crossing his arms in front of him, he leaned his head back against the door."Roselle?" he called out a long while later when he thought that his wife had taken too long."Yes. I'm almost done." He heard her soft voice and he finally pushed himself away from the door. He walked towards the foot of the bed and sat there as he waited for her t

After Roselle was done with her meal, Elijah brought her around to tour the inside of the castle. Elijah did not bring Roselle to venture outside due to the heavy snow. However, Elijah had cut short the tour even before they could have a look at everything, citing the reason that she had to go to bed and rest. The werewolf was obviously regarding her as someone so fragile and weak, looking very alert and uneasy with worry the whole time he accompanied her around, telling her to be careful as they were going up or down the stairs as though she would suddenly trip and fall.Roselle could not blame him though. She knew that to the Werewolves; humans were fragile vases that could be shattered to pieces with just one mistake. For most of the time, this statement would hold true. Compared to them, human life truly was fragile. Even simple accidents could ultimately lead to one's death. But Roselle had also seen so many strong humans who go against the norm. Many of them who break the mould

"Let me touch you." The raspy voice that was hot and heavy with want, literally scorched her with the intense heat of his intensions.And Roselle could not speak. Her tongue felt swollen, and her mouth seemed to be glued shut. She was transfixed by his glittering eyes that held her so intensely, making her unable to move. He was doing it again, seducing her, hypnotizing her and she could not help but fall helplessly under this deadly but somehow welcoming spell that was killing every one of her will and thoughts and hesitations."Is that too much for me to ask yet?" his voice came out like a pained groan but a moment later, it became even deeper, hoarser, darker and hungrier than ever before. "Then… how about a kiss? Let me kiss you, Roselle... just a kiss… I won't touch, I promise."His words, his closeness, his electric gaze, and the erotic waft of his cool breath against her lips turned Roselle's mind into mush. She could not even follow the rhythm of her heart anymore. And before

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

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