The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

"These are rashes," Doctor Dimitri explained. "It is harmless and will go away within a few days or weeks. There is no need to worry unless they start itching too much or hurting. For now, it doesn't look like that's the case as the Prince is pretty much calm. However, if he gets restless, please notify me."

"So, there is no need for any medicine?" I asked.

"No, it will go away on its own," he said.

I sighed in relief. I had gotten really scared. Dem had to hold Dion because my hands were shaking. After I lost my first child in my womb and then, almost lost my husband, I had gotten too sensitive to these kinds of things. If I had a miscarriage, probably it would not have affected me even after all this time, but, I was fed some kind of potion that killed my child.

I could still not shake the feeling off. The pain, the fear- all of it remained with me even though almost three years had passed.

Doctor Dimitri checked my body too after Dem told him to.

"Everything is fine now. But I hope Your Highness will try to rest more. Your body has recovered, at least, the wounds and broken parts, however, it is still weak."

"She doesn't eat well," Dem said.

"I eat a lot more than before," I said.

"Not enough," Dem said.

"Your Highness, try to eat more. One step at a time. You add five extra peas. You take three more spoons of soup. You take five extra bites. Just try.

Little by little, it will recover," the Doctor said.

The fact that even though some of my traumas had less effect on me now, but my eating disorder remained almost the same was worrying. It had become a very serious problem now.

"Your Highness's body needs to produce milk for your son. Eating is important. Malnutrition will not help and will only cause difficulties," he said.

"I… I will eat more," I said.

"Yes, please try so."

After Doctor Dimitri left, I did not dare take Dion in my arms lest my hands shook too much and I ended up dropping him. He fell asleep after Dem swaddled him again and gently rocked in his arms.

"He is okay, honey. Nothing has happened," Dem said gently, wiping the tears from my face.

My body was shaking badly now. Dem did not know how I felt. All those times, it was me who suffered the loss of my child, him. Two years ago, after that incident, when I touched my stomach, I remembered my child was snatched away from me; it was killed because a psycho idiot fell in love with its mother if that could be called 'love' in the first place.

Even a few days ago, when I looked to my side, my husband was not there. When I was stuck, Dem was not there to help me. When I cried, Dem was not there to hold me. When I had a nightmare, he was not there to kiss me and tell me I was okay. For months, when I needed him the most, everything in this world kept him away from me.

How could I make him understand all of it? How could I tell him what I feared? Ah, he knew what I feared. But he did not know to what extent.

"My darling wife, I have felt what absence feels like when you were kept away from me for a whole month. Surely, you suffered a lot more than me. But my love, I can understand, even if it's just a little, I still can understand," he said. "It's okay to be afraid. It's fine. It is only natural."

I climbed onto his lap and wrapped my legs around his waist as I hugged him tightly. I could feel his warmth. This was the feeling I missed. Every time I would hug him when he was in a coma, his warmth was not there. He had been cold. It almost felt like I was touching a corpse, if it was not for the slow beating of his heart.

"Dem…"

"Yeah?"

"The pressure is too much. On one side, I am constantly worrying about you and our son. I cannot stop. I am afraid. Then, I cannot stop working as well. When I don't use my power, I feel restless.

Again, I have to be the Queen our kingdom needs. And then…"

"Then?"

"… There is this desire… to let go."

He took a deep breath and hugged me tighter. I could hear him gritting his teeth as he asked, "Let go of what? Let go of… who?"

"Everything," I whispered.

"No," he hissed in my ear. "Anything but that. You cannot let go. You must hold on. You must. You promised."

"I know…"

"You won't."

I did not say anything.

He suddenly pushed me down against the bed and grabbed my shoulders tightly.

"Blue, you won't leave me! You will never leave me! Not for your power, not for anything!" he yelled, shaking me.

His possessiveness and his obsession were all still there. It was the Dem I remembered. Even though I had so much power, his anger always made me weak. It must be because I never thought of him as someone who would actually harm me. I never tried to be brave, or powerful when it was him. In front of him, I was always the Blue I had been before.

I was the woman he married, not the woman this world made me change into.

"I don't want to," I said slowly. "I really don't. I want to be with you forever. I will do anything for that to happen. But sometimes… I feel stuffy. It's like nothing is enough and… I feel like letting go…"

"Don't. Please. Don't. Just don't," he said, his voice pleading. He hugged me and kissed the side of my neck, my face. "Don't leave me.

Don't do it. I beg you. Is it too much to ask?"

"Let go… It all feels like being that thing," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. "That creature… That monster… It's calling me. I can hear it. It wants to be free. I feel free when I let everything go. If I let it control me… Dem, I fear I will never be back… I will be that thing forever. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

I am that thing. But I also want to be who I am now.:

"Even if you become that thing, it is still you."

"I know I will lose the way I think. That creature… doesn't know mercy… only ruthlessness. It doesn't know love, only hatred, and violence."

"But you will still be there, somewhere inside it. I will always find a way to bring you back. I won't let you go. Regardless of the cost, I will always keep you here," he said. He was angry, still very much angry, but more than that, he was afraid.

I realized it was not just me who was afraid of losing the people I loved. He was afraid as well. He was afraid of losing me.

I hugged him tightly. That day, both of us realized something.

'Protect "love", regardless of the cost.'