The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

I did not know if it was right or wrong, but keeping all my motives and all those things from her seemed like a terrible move. I kept feeling like she was being wronged by me when she told me everything, but I did not.

I had a little bit of suspicion that she might come to resent me. But for the most part, I knew she would forgive me and accept me regardless of the kind of person I was. She wanted someone who would love her and only her, to be loyal to her. I had been that person and I would always be that person without even trying because, in my eyes, it was just her.

I had been the person to show her endless love. And that was all she needed to accept me.

At least, that was what I believed.

"I will. I will always love you," she said, her voice clear and rigid.

It was proof of my belief.

I touched the side of her neck and she closed her eyes. She did not flinch at my touch; unlike the first time I had touched her. Back then, she was scared, confused and most of all, she was with a stranger. But now, my touch was not foreign to her and I was not a stranger.

"It will be terrible to leave you," I said. "I do not want to. Well, what's the point of saying so again and again? In the end, I will have to go."

"Do you still use teleportation?" she asked.

"Oh, that…," I let out a chuckle. "That has been more than useful. I used it a lot of times, even sometimes only because I was tired to walk up to my tent."

She grinned. "I told you. It is useful."

It also reminded me of her. Whenever she did something for me, it warmed my heart and one thought always came to me- she loved me.

"These days, I am trying to make a device," she said. "Ah, don't worry. I work for thirty minutes each day. Only thirty minutes. I have to care for our baby, no?"

"Baby, not another device. Why don't you try so after our child is born? You might exhaust yourself," I said.

"No, it cannot wait," I said. "It is very important and can be of use to us if I can make it."

"What will it do?" I asked, genuinely curious, pushing away my worry for her. She was not a child. I was worried, but if I showed it to her, she would think I did not want her to use her power. It was her power. If she thought it was okay to use it for thirty minutes and if it truly did not harm her, then I did not have any problem with it.

I only want her to be safe, not restrain her from using her power.

Something changed inside me in the last few months. I realized a lot of things and positively changed some very little parts of me.

"It will be a communication device, something very similar to what we call it a 'phone' in our world. It will not be as advanced as a cell phone, of course, but I am trying to develop it in a way so we can at least talk to each other through it within seconds."
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"But you said you do nothing and you find nothing to do with your time," I said.

"Well, I do not think it is going anywhere. I do not see much progress, so I kinda am getting bored," she said.

"Did you make a model or something?"

"I did. But it's just… No, I cannot show it to you, not until I get the finished device," she said.

She was afraid of failure, but not enough to stop trying, fearing she might fail if she tried.

"I have read a few books, you know, to get ideas. I am not experienced enough yet, so it is hard for me, but I am kind of confident," she said. "It is surprising how I even got that much confidence."

"Well, you made the device of teleportation," I reminded her. "It is the root of your confidence. Because you succeed once, you believe you can do it again. And I believe you can if you keep trying. Just don't push yourself."

She chuckled. "I know."

I saw a glimmer of a strange look in her eyes. It was close to ambition and some kind of greed. Was she changing? Was it because of her power?

The thought of her changing did not sit well with me. But then again, it would be unnatural if she did not change getting all that power. Anyone would change if they got to have the amount of power she had.

I just needed to cope with the change, no matter what kind of change it would be.

We did nothing that night, not with all the sudden calmness I felt and a slight confusion in my mind. I was not sure if I wanted her to change and that thought bugged me. However, I was quite calm and happy as I got to clear most of the secrets between us; I could clear my head.

I held her hand and watched her face the whole time. She talked to me about all she planned to do with our child, how she wanted our child's room to be, and who she wanted to invite to see our child for the first time.

"As you said, I am not thinking of any name. I am tempted, truth be told. But I am keeping patience," she stated.

"Well, we will find a name when it is time," I said. "I want a girl, to be honest."

"I know…," she let out an amused love. "So, you can have a little princess, our little princess. But I feel like we will have a boy."

"Boys are bratty."

"He will be like you," I said. "Were you bratty?"

"Maybe…," I muttered, thinking of my childhood. I did not get the chance to be bratty. I was forced to be matured quickly and forget that I was a child only. "I hope he becomes bratty. I would love to see that."