The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

"It is quite a mental stress, especially for kids," Doctor Dimitri said. "In Sir Calix's case, it was not a good situation as well, I believe. It should not be."

"It was not, but I think my mental state was better than most people of my age," Calix said. "What about Doctor Dimitri? You also saw two wars with your own eyes as a kid. How did it affect you?"

"Not much. I did not feel much of a thing out of ordinary, to be honest," he said in his usual calm voice.

"It would be a pleasure if you explain," I said, "unless you feel uncomfortable."

"No, there is nothing uncomfortable about it as it is merely the truth," he shrugged. "Well, my father, who was an alcoholic, had never been more than that as far as I can remember. He would fight with my mother all day and night, asking for more money, even though he received quite a handsome amount as a dowry. My mother was a woman of a wealthy family.

She was only fifteen when she met my father who was nothing but a butcher and thirty five at the time. It was obviously a bad match from the beginning. There cannot be any kind of romantic or sexual relationship between a kid and an adult. But my mother, being a foolish young girl, fell for his trap.

Her parents disowned her and her father, out of the remaining love for her, gave her a fair amount to be of helpful to her later on. But she, trusting my father, gave that to him, her last value. Quarrel, abuse began and when I was born the next year, when my mother was only sixteen, it only increased."

I gasped. Ruby was listening intently, as if she could not believe her ears and needed to hear more to make a sense out of it.

"When I was seven, it all ended. And since then, I suppose could not fear blood, wounds or anything," he said.

"How did it end?" Ruby asked.

"My father would abuse both my mother and me physically. When I was near, I would try to protect my mother and he would end up hitting me too. That day, I was out, selling flowers that grew in our garden. Funny how we had a garden and took care of it even though we were quite poor. Well, it was because flowers were sometimes the only source of income for us.

When I came back at night, I found my father, crying, holding my mother who was lying on the bed of red. I had never seen that much of that particular color before." Enjoy more content from empire

"My father said, 'What will we do now, my dear son? You seem to be very upset and not talking to me.' I did not know how I felt that time, but I remember not feeling any want to cry, not feeling any pain. I just walked to the kitchen as calmly as I could and grabbed the sharpest night. The night ended there and my life began a new chapter. I never looked back.

I left my house and went straight to my grandfather. He is the one who took care of me, although my grandmother did not like me much, but she also, in fact, cared enough for me to never raise her voice at me and or say anything bad about me in my presence. It was enough for me to respect her."

"The doctor of that place is my teacher. That day, I was as late as one could be and there was no way for me to save my mother. But that scene planted a seed of passion inside me, a passion for wounds, both how to give one and how to fix one. This is my life and this is how I became the person I am.

It might sound cruel, but I do not have much compassion for most of my patients as I feel like these wounds, these diseases are normal and there is no need to feel any kind of compassion. But do not be concerned, Your Highness. In these two years, I have grown really attached to you and His Highness."

Doctor Dimitri did not look any distressed to tell about his past. He was very free and unbothered about it as if he had just told us a funny story, not the broken part of his life that would break anyone. It did not hurt him, there was no doubt of that. But it did not hurt my heart to hear such a thing, about a friend and someone I considered very close to me.

I could not console him as consolation was the last thing he needed. He would rather have us treat him just as normally as we did until now.

"That is very sad, however, the soup is rather good," Cyan said.

Perhaps there was not another person in the world who could treat someone as normally as Cyan.

That night, I wrote a letter to Dem. In the letter, I gave him an explanation of what happened. It took four pages telling him just about my day and how I felt. After that, I told him about Cyan and the fact that he was here too. I wondered how he would react upon hearing this. I also told him quite a lot about Doctor Dimitri's past and expressed my concern for Doctor Dimitri.

Asking after Dem and Luc took another page. In the end, I wrote a ten page long letter.

Would Dem even read all of that? Well, judging Dem's character, he surely would. He would probably read my letter multiple times, just like I read his.

I missed him so much. It was giving me pain how severely I felt his absence. I touched my stomach, reminding myself that our fruit of love was with me, if not him. Dem should be safe and the same went for me. We needed to meet again and feel the love of the other again from the closest distance.

It had been three days but he had not sent me a reply yet. I was worried. I knew it must be inconvenient for him to send me a letter when he was nowhere but the battlefield. Still, I could not stop worrying.

I started pacing around the library, in the damp afternoon. I tried to read a book, but my mind was elsewhere. How could I absorb myself in a book when my heart was aching for my love?

I looked out the window and that was when I noticed it. It was not a thing, but a person of so great structure that I wondered how I did not notice him before.

I gasped. He smiled, pulling his hood down as he entered through the window. Just with a single leap, he was right in front of me, without even making any noise.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness, the Queen," he said. "I suppose this is the first time I am introducing myself. We have met once before, but it was not the right time for any kind of introduction."

"Yes…," I mumbled. "The King said you are the shadow."

"I am," he said as he smiled with his lips only as his face did not smile at all, not even his eye. "Today, has Your Highness any idea why I am here?"

"No and I do not think you have something to do here unless my husband sent you."

"No, His Highness did not."

"Then, why are you here? I suppose you do not have anything to do with me, since you work for the King, not for me," I said. In this world, the King and the Queen had different servants working for them and they strictly maintained that rule. Dem and I also maintained majority of that rule. Dem never went ahead and ordered the people working under me out of nowhere, when I was not aware.

I did not order his servants when he was not aware. That was very rude if any of us did that.

"I have got something to show you. That is why I am here."

That time, I understood something. If the shadow wanted something, he got it. If he wanted someone to do something, that person had to do it.