The silence that followed Romeo's question was deafening as Roselle was utterly tongue-tied. Her lips trembling a little as she could only look at him with wide eyes. No matter how much she tried, she could not deny the shocking and foreign emotions that had flooded her insides since she saw him dancing with Thea. The question had struck her damned hard."No! J-jealous?! W-why would I be jealous?!" She stammered as she took a step back, shaking her head forcefully as if to also convince herself of that statement, as she dropped her eyes to the ground, avoiding Romeo's eyes.Romeo watched her carefully and something gleamed in his eyes. His thin lips slightly twitching as if he was suppressing a smile. In the end, he caught his lower lip between his perfect white teeth and silently looked elsewhere to get his bearing.When he returned his gaze to her, his expression was serious but gentle. He took a step closer, but Roselle stepped back, causing him to sigh."Look at me, wife." His voi
"Of course." His eyes gleamed with pure amusement as he landed on the roof top of a certain castle. Roselle waited for him to leap again and when he didn't move, she lifted her face to look at him. She regretted immediately because his eyes held hers in an intense but still somehow sad gaze now. "You're not angry with me, anymore?" he asked.When Romeo couldn't find her voice, he looked at her while patiently awaiting her response. And then he sat on top of the watchtower's edge, with her in his lap."Still angry?" he whispered again after a long while of silence, causing Roselle to swallow. She managed to pull her eyes off him and when she looked down, wonder filled her eyes. She felt like she had been transported to a different world. She had never once thought or imagined that a night could be this alive and vivacious.'So, this is how the world looks like when everyone doesn't sleep and rest at night.' She thought to herself. Because this werewolf's capital had so many bigger cast
Roselle didn't realize that she had been keeping that position for quite long while until a knock pulled her attention back to the present.Fay and Tina emerged from the door with wide smiles as they greeted her."Good evening, Milady. We came to help you get changed," said Fay and Roselle tried her best to maintain as normal a smile at them both.The maids then hovered around her while Roselle silently let them do their job. Her mind was still wandering, but her brows occasionally pulled together, as though a certain thought kept popping in her head to disturb the flow of her mind."Milady, would you want to go somewhere after your rest?" Tina asked politely and Roselle almost frowned because she knew it was already past midnight. Thankfully, she managed to stop herself in time as she quickly realized that she was in a different world now. The opposite to the world she came from – a world where people moved around during the bright daylight and enjoy their rest when it was dark. Was
Roselle forced herself to go to bed after the maids left her. But no matter how hard she tried; she just couldn't calm down sufficiently to drift off to sleep. Her mind was occupied with a lot of things, mainly, about Romeo. She didn't want to think about him, but it was impossible for her to ignore what she had just managed to glean from her maids. It was just a rumor she repeated to herself, but according to all the things she had observed in the imperial palace – the royal family's reaction towards him including all the Werewolves present in the ball, all told her otherwise. Moreover, appearances do not lie! The difference was pretty obvious and having Romeo being the only one with such distinct appearance says it all.Burying her face into her pillow, Roselle let out a deep sigh. She never would have thought something like this was going on in the werewolves' empire. Back home, the human's main and biggest problem was nothing else but Werewolves and there were no major issues amon
"Never would I have thought that my wife is such an excellent archer." Romeo's proud and gentle voice echoed, but Roselle didn't move to even glance at him. She simply stood there, tensed, as her heart suddenly began to thud fast inside her rib cage.She could hear the maids and Elijah greeting him. She knew that courtesy required her to offer him her greetings too. But Roselle was utterly overwhelmed with the emotions that were surging tempestuously inside of her – the anger, the homesickness and the… unwanted feelings that blazed even stronger in his presence. Why? Why was she feeling like this? What did he do to her that his mere presence could shake her to her core?Slowly, Roselle steeled herself and when she turned towards him, he smiled at her. She stiffened at the sight of that heartbreaking smile that haunted her since last night and then the whole day too.Rigid, Roselle didn't move nor said anything. She couldn't. But when he took a step towards her, she took a step back au
Inside a luxurious receiving room, Romeo was sitting across the general and Thea.The general had been formal and polite but Romeo would never forget the look in this man's eyes every time this exalted general turned his gaze on him when Romeo was still young, until before he left the empire. Like all of the other high-ranking officials, this man was another thick-skinned hypocrite who only knew how to judge based on outward appearances and political gains.Time had gone by and yet, the general was still babbling on about things Romeo did not even care about. Anyone could tell that the robust and huge general was beating around the bush, perhaps trying to appeal to the prince's good side or elicit a positive reaction from him before finally landing on his real purpose. But Romeo never spoke. He looked as if almost all expressions were wiped off from his good-looking face. Except for that cold expression his men knew so well – the adamantine one that meant it was easier to move a mount
When Roselle finally regained consciousness, it was already morning and there was a sliver of bright sunlight streaming in from the small opening in the curtains. Romeo was already inside the room when she came out from the dressing room. However, she simply threw him a glance and refused to look at him after politely thanking him for saving her.She had donned on a mask of irreproachable serenity and proceeded to inform her husband very formally that she wished to be left alone when the man tried to strike up a conversation with her. Still, he never glared at her neither was he angered by her sudden coldness towards him. But one could see the surly look in his eyes as he stared longingly at his wife.Even during meals, Roselle continued to act indifferent towards Romeo. Her gaze never lingered longer than a second and she answered all his questions as curt and as monotonous as possible until Romeo stopped talking to her as well. When she told him to leave her alone the third time, he
Roselle swallowed."I never even saw her shadow, nor had I planned to meet up with her within the last three days, Rosella." Came his firm voice and Roselle could only bit her lower lip. She suddenly knew that she was wrong in judging just according to his expressions and reactions alone."I… I… that…"As she stammered, Romeo stretched his hands suddenly – too suddenly – and slammed them on either side of her, against the wall that was somehow behind her. She stumbled backwards in surprise, finally realizing that she had stepped back from him for so long she had already reached the wall.When she looked up at him, their faces almost collided and she pulled her head back as far as she could without slamming her own head into the wall. However, when she saw the creases between his brows and the intensity of his glittering eyes that held hers, Roselle found herself unable to either pull her gaze away or make a sound.However, she realised very quickly that her reactions were not out of f