(From Blue''s Perspective)


    We sat under the tree and spent some time there. It was an oddly calm ce. But it felt good to be there. I always liked silent ces as my house was always filled with yelling. A bit of silence and peace would feel like heaven.


    After that, we went to the local shops. I did not even notice that Dem had brought two ck hooded cloaks for us.


    "Is it okay to wander around the locality like this? I mean, you''re the king..."


    "No one will recognize us. First of all, we''re not wearing anything that can be used to recognize us. Secondly, they don''t know how we look. And thirdly, we''re wearing cloaks. Just keep the hood over your head," he said.


    "If you say so..."


    "So where do you want to go first, my wife?"


    "I don''t know. I mean, I don''t know anything here. It''s better if you lead me."


    "Now that we''re in the market, why don''t we taste the food here then? I don''t know about the food too as I''ve never eaten in this market. You choose," he said.


    Of course, he did not know about the food. How could a king know about the food that the ordinary ate? He was used to royal foods.


    But something about him was strange. Kings were not supposed to be like that. I had read in novels that kings despised the lower-ranked people. They would always look down on them. But the way he talked, it did not seem like the case. It was more like he was kind of interested in seeing what ordinary life felt like.


    For some reason, I got the feeling that he wanted to lead an ordinary life even if it was just for a moment.


    "What about that shop over there? It looks interesting," I said pointing at the shop with brown tassels around it.


    "Alright, let''s go then."


    The shop was not too big nor too small. It was still hard to believe that everyone around here was werewolves. They behaved like humans, but they were indeed werewolves. It was weird in a way. They could turn into their wolf form easily within a blink of an eye. I had never seen one transforming, but I could not help but wonder.


    "What should we order, my wife?" he asked.


    "Um... let''s see the menu," I said examining the names of the dishes. There were weird names written and I had no idea what kind of food they were. So, I just ordered whatever first caught my eyes.


    "Well, are you sure about that one?"


    "Why? Is it bad? I thought its chicken."


    "It is indeed chicken. But it''s too spicy," he said.


    "Really?" I eximed excitedly. I had always liked spicy food. When Maxen1 and I could save some money, we would go to the shop of the Korean guy. He made really spicy ramen. Maxen used to work there sometimes, so he would give us as much as we wanted and we would eat until we felt like dying. It was quite fun, more like I could breathe again after leaving in a hellhole.


    "I''ll surely have it then."


    "If you say so. But I''m sure you''ll regret itter."


    "Heh, you''re just scared! Just tell me you can''t eat spicy food. I won''tugh," I said mockingly.


    "Scared you say? Let''s see then," he smirked. "Who can finish the whole dish first without drinking water or milk wins~ What do you say?"


    "Alright, it''s a bet then! You will regret it though."


    "We''ll see, my darling wife," he smiled.


    The chicken was boiled and then seasoned with spices. The sauce was thick and kind of reddish. It was the perfect type of food that I liked.


    Though the smell was dangerous, I dared to take a bite and it was far from what I expected. To be honest, it was not spicy enough at the first bite. But after taking a few more bites, it started to get hot inside my head.


    I looked at Dem who looked very red. I had only seen him that red on our first night. Even thinking about that time was embarrassing. I had not been myself that time.


    His lips were swollen and red. He looked really cute. But if I told him that, I was sure he would make a face that would say ''Cute you say? Only cute? Couldn''t you think of something else? Like handsome?


    You hurt my feelings, my wife.''


    I even could imitate him. I could not help but grin. He looked quite adorable every time he talked like that.


    "You look so happy, my wife," he said.


    "Pfft hahaha... look at your state! You look like a strawberry," Iughed.


    "And you look like Red," he said.


    "Who is Red?"


    "Angry bird."


    "What... Hahaha... you know about angry birds? I thought you were ancient lol. Did you y the games or did you watch the movies? Hahaha, I can''t stopughing!


    How did you even manage to do that? Hahahaha it''s too funny!"


    "Both," he said. "Your husband is not outdated, my wife," he grumbled, taking another bite. "You hurt my feelings, my wife."


    He looked truly hurt. I was not supposed to feel like this, but he looked even cuter at the moment. I wanted to press those cheeks of his. Every time he used the line- ''You hurt my feelings, my wife'', he would make such a strangely devoted face that my mind would stop working for a second.


    I finished before him. By the time he was done, he looked like he was going to die. I was in a good condition as I had a habit of eating spicy food. He should not have challenged me in this case.


    "I won! See? I told you! Haha... you shouldn''t have challenged me in this," I said proudly.


    "Now... that I see it, I''m pretty concerned about your health," he said while drinking a huge ss of milk in one gulp. Judging his physique, it was not strange at all.


    "I''m kind of a professional at this," I said. It was bragging at this point, but it was enjoyable.


    "Alright, you win. But I''m never having it again," he said. He was still quite red. I could not see his ears, but I could tell they were as red as his face.


    "You could have just told me that you can''t eat spicy food. Why did you push yourself?"


    "Well, I didn''t think it would be like death," he grumbled.


    Huh, it was more like he did not want to admit he could not do something. So kingly thing to do...


    We walked around the market and had some cake. It was mostly for Dem since I felt his tongue might still hurt as he kept making weird noises. When I asked him that, he said it did not and said the same thing again- ''Your husband is not weak, my wife''.


    I made him buy a chocte cake for us. He said that I could eat them all, but refused to eat himself. He was just trying to show off that he could manage. Such childishness!


    "Just taste it," I said offering him a spoon.


    "Just tasting," he muttered though he finished the whole and even bought a lemon cake.


    The ownerdy and I had beenughing silently. "Your husband is quite childishly stubborn, youngdy," she said. "How long have you been together?"


    "We married two days ago," I replied.


    "Two days ago? Isn''t it the same the day our king got married?"


    "That''s right. We married that day as well."


    "Oh my! You two are lucky that you got married that day. We got a queen that day after all," she said. "Our king might be cold. But he is a great leader. The queen must be a great leader as well.


    Wish I could meet her."


    "Really? Why do you want to meet her?"


    "I heard Her Highness is quite a beauty. She has long hair that has a mix of ck and brown and her eyes are blue like oceans. Her skin is fair and smooth. And she is a shy person," she muttered dreamily.


    At this point, I truly took my time to acknowledge if I should say something or not. Was this what people were saying about me? Did they truly call me a beauty? What kind of weird talking was that?


    It was true that I was not ugly and I did not refuse that my eyes were not beautiful. They always shone weirdly. But that was not enough to call me a beauty or talk about me like that. Perhaps that was because she did not see me herself. Yeah, that must be the case.


    "You are not entirely right."


    I looked behind me and found Demetrius looking at us with a weird look. Though the hood shadowed over his face, I could still see his smirk. And the more I looked at his, he looked like he was up to something.