(From Blue''s Perspective)


    Two days had passed since the full moon. Things had been hectictely. Demetrius confronted Isaac and his mother, Lady Caerlion. Of course, as expected, they denied. But as Demetrius could read their minds and I also told him about it, he found out exactly what happened. There was no proof, so he could not punish them.


    But then, he found those maids who were there as well and made them tell the truth. He wanted to kill them, but Mother and I managed to stop him.


    "At least, let me make sausages."


    "What?" I asked in surprise.


    "Let me make blood sausages using their blood," he had said.


    "..."


    That was how our conversation went. It took a while to make him understand that we could kill them just for this. If this news leaked out, then it would be a disgrace towards us. And besides, I was not liked by all of the werewolves here since I was a human. That was why we needed to be as careful as possible about everything.


    Atst, he sent them away from the pce and it was not temporary. I was truly surprised when he did that. When he suggested it before, Mother was against it. But this time, she did not oppose. Rather, she was pretty angry as well since they tried to harm me.


    Dem said his uncle''s family was not living in another residence that was quite a bit away from the pce and they could note inside the pce as they pleased. Even though I was surprised, I was d to hear that. I did not like them from the start and they always looked at us as if they hated us more than anything else.


    After all those hectic things, this morning was my first swordsmanship lesson. As promised, Dem had made me a de, but he had not shown me yet. He arranged proper clothes for me and told me to meet him in his study.


    "Your Highness, these types of clothes suits you. Here, women don''t really wear pants. It''s not like they don''t at all. But it''s rare," Ruby said as she braided my hair.


    I really did not understand why Dem was so obsessed with my braid. And for some reason, I always found myself telling Ruby to braid my hair. Perhaps it was because I wanted him to look at me with satisfaction.


    "But who is going to teach Your Highness?" she asked.


    "I don''t know. Dem told me to meet him in his study. That guy hasn''t even shown me the sword yet," I sighed. "But I''m excited! I mean, it will be the first time I will be able to hold a sword and most importantly, lift it. I couldn''t lift Dem''s de since it''s so big and heavy.


    I mean, honestly, who can fight with something like that? It''s like it came from a factory of cutting candies."


    Thankfully, this time I could make Ruby agree to not put makeup on my face. I would get sweaty and it would be disgusting if I had makeup on. To be honest, I did not like wearing makeup that much since I was not used to it. But Ruby always made me wear makeup saying that it was important for a queen. The same went for essories.


    But this time, even she had to admit that it would be gross to get sweaty over makeup.


    "You''re all ready to go, Your Highness," she said proudly.


    "Ah, it''s alright, right?" I asked nervously. It was weird to look at me like that. I had never worn something like this before, so it was ufortable. But the shirt I was wearing was quite thin so it did not feel too hot and stuffy inside.


    "It''s perfect, Your Highness. I''m sure you will do great at swordsmanship. And when you learn that, teach me a few moves, please. I would like to kick a few bastards'' asses... Ahem, my apologies, Your Highness."


    I chuckled. I took a deep breath and made my way to Dem''s study. He was surely inside and it was just my husband. Yet it was like my legs were shaking and I could not move.


    "You really hesitate a lot beforeing in," he said from the inside. The door was slightly open, so I could hear his manly voice perfectly.


    "Ah, it''s not like that... I was just," I mumbled as I walked inside. He was writing something on a parchment. There was a pile of papers on his left. He really worked a lot every day. For me, even thinking about managing all that was hard as hell.


    "You... you..."


    He was looking up and down at me but was not saying anything clearly. Did I look weird? Should I change?


    "Do... do I look weird?" I asked.


    "... Ezekiel will teach you. He is really good at it. He came to me first. You perhaps had mentioned this to Luc."


    "Yeah. I told him about it. Ezekiel was there as well. Perhaps that was when he heard about it," I said. But I was still wondering why he ignored my question. Why did he not say anything about my appearance even when I asked?


    Did I truly look so weird that he could not speak up?


    "So, Ezekiel is going to teach me?" I mumbled.


    "Do you hate it? You don''t have to if you don''t want to."


    "No, it''s fine... I just didn''t expect this."


    "But," he said as he stood up, "today, your teacher would be me."


    "... Huh?"


    "Since it''s the first day, I want to be the one to teach you. I would like to teach you every day. But I won''t be able to make time for it, so..."


    "It''s alright, you know," I said. But he would teach me? I could not believe I was tenser that he would teach me than I would be if it was someone else. I was just too conscious of his presence.


    "Right," he said suddenly from behind me. I did not even notice when he got there. He wrapped his arms around me as if bracing me. "But, my wife, you look excessively cute today. What should we do about this?"


    "Eh? Wh-What are you saying?" I asked as my cheeks heated up.


    He licked the side of my neck with his tongue. Now I truly regretted that it was not a turtleneck.


    "Dem, don''t... do this now."


    "Why not?" he muttered pressing his lips against my nape. "It''s normal for husband and wife."


    "No, it''s not... It''s weird."


    "Weird, huh?" he suddenly sucked on the skin of my neck.


    "Ah..."


    "You... Dammit!"


    He pushed my body towards the table and leaned against my back. Something hard was touching my bottom.


    ''Eek! Why... why now?''


    "Please... I have to do it. Just once," he said as if he was in pain.


    "What... what are you saying? Here? It''s not a ce. And besides, it''s... it''s broad daylight.


    How can we..."


    "Just once. I can''t take it anymore," he said. "Please..."


    "What if someone ces in?" I asked.


    "No one wille in. It''s just you and me."


    "Are you sure?"


    "Yes, I''m sure. Now, please... Damn it! I can''t wait!"


    He pulled down my pants from behind. He was too skilled at doing this as it took him almost no time. I was too embarrassed to say anything. How were we even going to do it? Like this? In this position?


    But that would be too weird...


    "I can''t believe it... We didn''t kiss, neither did I touch you, yet you''re wet like this. My wife, you are really nning on driving me to the edge, aren''t you?"


    "Don''t... stop saying... such things already," I said.


    "Should I?" he said and touched my weak spot. I felt like my legs would give away the moment his fingers touched the ce.


    "Ah... Huh! D-Dem..."


    "I touched you like this countless times, yet your reaction is always the same. But it''s cute, really cute and it turns me on," he said.


    I could feel the hard object touching my bottom. He was grinding against me. I felt like my insides were melting. I could not calm myself down. It was getting too much. Truly, I did not want anything more than to feel him inside me.


    "You''re wet enough, my darling," he muttered in my ear before pushing himself all the way to the edge inside me.


    "Ah! Nngh! Uh... Huh..."


    "I''m gonna move, so hold onto the table," he groaned.


    ''The table? How to hold onto the table? Where to hold? Where to put my hands? I think I''m gonna fall.''


    Before I could manage, he pulled out just before thrusting forward again. He held my shoulders tightly as he thrusted inside me. I felt too full to the brim. I needed something to hold on to. My knees were giving away. At this rate, I would not be able to practice swordsmanship at all.