The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

My head hurt. My body felt heavy. I needed more rest. But where was the time? To be honest, I just wanted the pregnant phase to be over. Rather than enjoying it, it had been almost like… a burden to me.

I hated myself for thinking that way, but what could I do? However, I loved my child and if I had to do it for my child, I would do it without a word. There was not much time left anyway. Then, I would have my child in my arms.

Would Dem wake up by then? The chance was too low. Cyan said if the gas I made was the right one, he would be able to make the antidote. However, we did not know how much time it would take. Doctor Dimitri warned us that the poison was almost in all his blood. He might not die, but the chance of him waking up would be lost forever if we were late.

I resisted a gag as I carefully took out an eye from the socket of the corpse that was placed on a table in my workshop. I had done it a couple of times already, yet it always felt too gross and cruel.

I did not know how to make the eye, so I was first trying to get some real eyes to experiment on. I would separate the parts one by one. It was possible with some potions. Doctors sometimes separated each part to examine. I was going to do just that. Then, I would try to make each part and match it with the real eye part to see if I did it correctly.

It was tough work, but my toxic trait believed I could.

"Maybe you should take some rest."

"Maybe you should stop creeping on me," I said, not facing him and gently placing the eye in a glass bowl. The bowl was filled with a version of alcohol mixed with some king of potion that Doctor Dimitri made to store body parts.

Evan sighed. I could clearly hear the sound of his breath in my ear. The room had been too quiet for a long time. Perita was outside the room. I did not want her in my room as she talked too much and I needed some silence.

"Blue, you cannot make an eye," he said. He had been saying the same thing since he got to know about my plan. "Creating life…"

"I did it," I said. "If I could create life, I can create an organ too."

"How? If it was possible…"

"No, Evan. Creating life was always possible, people just did not have the power. Or, how do you think the Moon goddess and Azure created werewolves? They possess the power to create life. It is not a breach of the rules of nature. They are the ones who made nature.

I am the daughter of the person who created werewolves. I, if not all, possess at least half of his power. I can do it."

"… What if King Demetrius never wakes up?" he asked. It was the first time he asked it so directly. "Who are you doing it all for then? What would happen to all those sleepless nights like this one?"

"There is a chance that he might not wake up. But I am not giving up on him," I said and took a deep breath. "Even if he doesn't wake up, I will never regret all the things I have done. I have done it for love, for him. I would do it all over again, even after knowing what would happen in the future. I would try a thousand times, I would repeat the same things even if time is turned."

He did not say anything for a long time. But I could feel his frustration, his worry. There was nothing to do. It was not his place to tell me what to do. He was a friend, an ally, a partner to fight against Azure, but he did not know how much I loved my husband. He had no idea how dead I felt inside.

I took off my gloves and watched the dead body. The woman had died of a heart attack. She was young. Perita said this woman had been the wife of an old man. After she died, the old man married her sister the next day and her dead body was thrown in the water, because he was glad she died and wanted to keep it a secret. She died by natural cause as if to relieve the old man.

'Poor woman. Even after death, you cannot rest in peace. I'm sorry. I am too desperate. Please understand.'

"Ataraxia wants another meeting," he said.

"Of course," I chuckled.

Ataraxia strongly objected to me being a Queen, now that they got to know about my power. I was a dark mage and dark mages were hated, and captured because they were believed to be evil by nature. Even though I had fought in the war, there were people in my own kingdom who were rebelling against me. The King of Ataraxia did not object and had also signed the negotiation paper, it was the priests.

The priests held great power there and people followed them. Mazazine also supported the priests of Ataraxia.

Queen Laetitia of Lacuna had an audience with me a month ago and agreed to back me up, if I promised to never go against her country during my reign. She did not want to have a dark mage against her, especially a dark mage who could create dragons.

In reality, I could not create any more dragons. But it was fine if they believed otherwise.

Trouvaille would surely support me as Evan was the King. He was a dark mage himself and my friend. He had the powerful people in his kingdom in control.

Most people of Querencia loved power and they would accept a Queen with black mana if that Queen could give their kingdom power, give them the chance to sleep at night without fear of being attacked and give them fair justice.

"Blue, it is not your father anymore. He won't let this opportunity go. You have made this kingdom powerful after you declared your power. There is a literal dragon. Who will dare go against that creature?" he said. "But, Blue, it is dangerous for you now.

Your father will come for you at your most vulnerable moment. He will attack and force you to go with him. He will kill all those you care about. Now, it is not a war between kingdoms. It is a war between you, only you, and an army of dark mages led by your father. How will you stand against them?"

"Right, only me," I mumbled. "This is my fight. It all started with me. Because of me, all this is happening. It is my fight to fight. Even if I have to fight alone, I will, to save these people.

No matter how much I think I am doing it for Dem only, maybe a part of me is doing it for these people too. They are my people."

"An army, Blue," he said, holding my hands, pleadingly. "You cannot win against an army by yourself. You cannot win with me, Luc, and your knights by your side. Your father… He is more powerful than even you."

"But he has a weakness, a vital weakness," I said. "Evan, he cannot use all his power. His power is limited. His heart doesn't create more black mana like ours does. We have an advantage."

He smiled melancholily. "How are you so hopeful?"

"… If not hope, what do I have left?" I murmured, and freed my hands from his.

Only if Dem was here. He might not be a perfect man. He might not have morals. But he was the man I loved. He was the man who loved me unconditionally and loved me only. That was the king of love I needed.

I did not need a man who was kind to everyone, always smiled at everyone. I needed a man who would do anything for me, who would bring the world for me, regardless of the cost. Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

I could do the same for him.

Due to the stress of work, I had forgotten how much I was scared of the prospect of giving birth. When I would go to bed to rest for a few hours, when I would once again remember that I was carrying a child and would give birth only a few weeks later, I would start to get sweaty. How was I going to go through it? What if I just… bleed to death? What if I became one of those unfortunate mothers?

Would I be able to push the baby out just right? If not, maybe they would cut my stomach open and get the baby out. That was scary. Some women willingly chose that path. But why? I still could not understand, but it was their choice and I would rest their choices.