The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

Half of the paper was burnt already. The other half contained random lines.

I hate it.

I hate everything.

Everything hurts.

I want to end it.

End it all.

I want to kill everyone.

I want to see them bloody, all of them.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

I flinched reading those lines. Did he write them? The answer was clear. Who else would write it?

'Why did he write everything hurts? Where? Why? It sounds like he is in pain and in mental distress. I know it. I can somehow understand.

But why is he feeling this way?'

The room he was in was huge, although not as large as my bedroom in the Imperial Palace. It made sure he was in a large mansion. But where was this mansion? I sent people to search every single place in Querencia. They had been looking for any sign of Azure for over a year. But there was nothing.

He let go of the paper and it fell on the floor, turning into ash. He stared at it for a while, then stood up. With slow, but steady steps, he walked to the fireplace. His knees made a cracking sound as he crouched on the floor. His eyes were shifted to the unsteady fire. I could sense danger.

My mind automatically gave me alerts that something bad was going to happen.

The thing I suspected did not take long to happen. He placed his left hand straight into the fire.

'Ugh! Oh my…! It's so painful! Is this guy insane or what?'

He flinched in pain but did not move his hand. It was like burning his hand was not painful enough for him to feel something. But I was in excruciating pain.

I remembered the time when my father almost burnt my hand. I had to go to the hospital at that time. But I was beaten up again because my hospital bill was too much.

'Well, if you go to a hospital in the USA, your pocket will be empty anyway. I wish I was born in Europe. Maybe the bills aren't that much in some countries of Asia too.'

He did not move his hand even when the flesh was visible. I could not scream. I could not say anything but feel the pain only.

'Stop, please…,' I thought as if trying to deliver the message to him.

"It's you," he said as if he heard me.

'What…? Are you talking to me?'

"Yes, I am. It's you, Blue."

'You can hear me? But that's not the point. Please move your hand from the fire. It's…'

"Why would I? And why do you care?"

'I don't actually. It's just… Let's talk, okay? That's… not really a good way to talk when your hand is burning.'

"You don't have to care about that?"

What was he saying? I could feel the pain too. It was very painful. I was stuck inside his body. I could not scream or move the hand. For some reason, I kept it from him.

I did not think it was a good idea to let him know that I could feel what he was feeling.

What if he did not like me? It looked like he did not care if he was hurt. So, what if he hurt himself to hurt me?

'I…'

"Blue, don't get close to me, okay? It doesn't matter if you are my twin sister. I don't care. I don't even acknowledge you as my sister. I never will. This fucking bond… Well, we can't do anything about it.

But that doesn't mean we have to act all friendly and stuff. Don't even try," he said calmly, not moving his hand from the fire. His words felt so cold that I could feel the pain anymore. I could only hear what he was saying and feel nothing at all. "If you do so, I will fucking kill you."

I shivered. He hated me. He was just like Draven. But something was different between them. Draven was someone who had a hot temper. He yelled a lot.

He said horrible things to me. But Cyan had a cool tone. He did not change his expression, or his voice. He was calm, calm like small snowdrops.

"Why are you so silent now? Oh my, are you gone already?"

'I am not…"

"You cannot go back on your own, can you?"

He finally pulled his hand back from the fire. The state of his hand was unbelievable. It was ruined. I could not look away because he was looking at it intently. I could not close my eyes either. I had to see what he was seeing.

"I was stuck in your body too, multiple times. Actually, four or five times maybe. I had to see things I did not want to see; hear things I did not want to hear. It's annoying."

'I don't want to be here too.'

"I did not want to see you two mingling your bodies for no reason."

'…'

"Thankfully, it did not go too far. But he surely does touch you here and there for no reason."

'… We are married.'

"Oh yeah, you are," he said, still observing his burnt hand. "You have a very noisy knight. That girl does talk a lot."

'Why can we talk now?' I asked. 'It wasn't like this before. I could not communicate with you before.'

"Then, the master of the magic tower is so weird and childish. You have a literal kid as your guard. Your personal mage is odd," he said, not answering me.

'Answer me first.'

"I am not obliged to listen to you, Blue. Stop with that tone."

'I am talking normally though. It's not an order.'

"How would you know? You are the Queen, after all. You have developed the habit to order everyone," he chuckled. "It's like a beggar from a Queen transformation by luck, don't you think?"

'… I know that. But that doesn't change anything. In the end, I am the Queen.'

"Such bold word's from someone like you… It's amusing and annoying too. I don't know what to feel. Let's see. I can decide what to feel. How about amusing? I will try to be amused."

I did not understand him. He did not make any sense. Something was wrong. Was he sick in the head? Or, was he just trying to scare me?

If he tried to scare me, then he had won already. Even if he had not said anything, I would have been scared of him. I always had some kind of fear; I was scared of my brother because of Draven. It seemed like I was not wrong to be scared of him. He turned out to be a scary person.

"Tell me, Blue, why are you trying to go away from Father? Why do you not want to come to him? Why do you not want to embrace the life you are supposed to have? Tell me."

'Because I have not chosen that life.'

"You haven't chosen this life either. Did you choose to get married to King Demetrius Easton? Did you choose to become the Queen?"

I did not answer. No, I did not choose to be the King of Querencia's wife. I did not choose to be the Queen. I did not have the choice to do so. My opinion did not matter. I was not given the time to state what I wanted.

I was not asked what I wanted.

I thought I would end up being a slave. The worst was what was in my mind. I was preparing myself for the worst, so I did not expect much. But I got more than I expected, more than I ever expected.

I just wanted to live without any worries about being in pain.

"What do you want now? Do you love your life? Do you love King Demetrius Easton? Why? What did he show you? What did he give you?

Affection? Love? Sweet words? Wealth? Power?"

'You don't need a reason to love someone…'

"Absurd! You do need a reason to love someone," he said, carefully pronouncing each word. "If someone shows you affection unconditionally, if someone loves you unconditionally and if someone cares for you unconditionally, then you can love them. That's what love truly is. But his love for you is not unconditional. He won't give you your freedom.

You cannot leave him. Love can be fleeting. You can fall out of love. But you cannot leave that person."

Cyan must have been inside me when Dem said those things. That was how he knew about all of this.

'I know he won't let me leave, at least, that is what he says. If you know this much, then you must also know that he cannot keep me tied to him if I wanted to leave. I have the power to leave him if I want to," I said. "And you know what, his love is truly unconditional.'