13: 13 A Letter From The Royal Family

13 A Letter From The Royal Family

I don't know what Kral was thinking, but the next day Kral ordered the team to run as wolves, and Bud was asked to drive me. 1

The move raised eyebrows in the group. The proud lycans were no camels. When they turn into wolves, they only let their mate ride on their backs, or in some cases, the king and Queen.

But this is an order from His Highness. Despite a look of disapproval in Bud's eyes, he complied.

So now I'm on Bud's back, and in the dark of the night, I curl up my arms and legs, trying not to take up too much space. As for Bud, he was a burly lycan warrior with bright brown eyes and long brown hair, but he looked at me with disgust in his eyes.

I understand him. Alen told me that Bud was a great warrior. Now, on Kral's orders, he's carrying me like a freight horse, and of course he thinks he's overqualified.

Kral waved his arm as usual, and the lycans immediately stopped, and Bud immediately bent down to let me down, in a way that couldn't wait.

"Damn it, that woman feels so strange on me. When will His Highness be able to bring her along himself? This is the woman that he chose himself." Bud trembled all over his body and muttered to himself as he moved closer to Alen.

Alen touches Bud's long hair in a funny way and looks at me. He knows I can hear him.

"His Highness' orders have their meaning. Besides, it's our future Luna. You should be honored."

"Really? Look at her. She looks so thin and weak that she can't turn into a wolf. His Highness is also very strange. He hasn't talked to her much. Why did His Highness choose her?"

"I don't know, but either way, I suggest you be nice to her, because..."

I watched Alen transform into a human, and he put his arm around Bud's shoulder and lowered his voice to whisper until I couldn't hear them.

Before Kral gives the order, I can talk to Alen and listen to other members of the team gossip about me. But now, even Alen is starting to avoid me.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but stare at the man who had started it all. Kral was sitting on a big rock, his back straight and he looked like a sword stuck in a rock.

My gaze may have been so direct that he looked up suddenly. The golden pupils suddenly locked on to me, and I felt my breath stop for a moment.

"Come here," he told me with his eyes.

I don't know if I thought about it, but the truth is I went over very obediently, and before I knew it, I was sitting on the grass next to him.

I was definitely mesmerized. After all, he was the prince, and I had found an excuse for my behavior to cover up my out-of-control heartbeat and flushed face.

"Why don't you speak?" A deep voice came from above me.

"... I don't know what to say, Your Highness." I hugged my knees, hung my head, and let my hair cover my face.

"Then why do you and Alen have so much to talk about?"

HMM? I sneaked a look at him, and Kral's expression was serious, but I felt like he was a little angry.

"Well, I don't want to disturb you, but the mushroom soup tonight is really delicious. Would you like to try it, Your Highness?"

Alen sneaks up with two bowls of soup. I don't know when he got here. He's still as gentle as ever, with a friendly smile. It's impossible to refuse him.

"Thank you, Alen." I was about to get up and take Alen's bowl of soup, but Kral held my shoulder so I couldn't move, and he took both bowls of soup away before I could.

"Delia, as your host, I'm going to teach you the first rule. Don't eat other men's food in front of me."

Kral looked down at me, and I had to nod under his stare, like a wronged maid to his strict master.

So I missed Alen's playful raised eyebrow at the word"Master.".

Kral was probably pleased with my attitude, and then he handed me one of the bowls of soup and said in a lilting voice, "Here, this is the food I gave you. You can eat your food now."

I have to say, I seem to have rediscovered his intense and unique possessiveness. Since I was the only woman in the group, he went to great lengths to keep his guards at arm's length from me.

“Your Highness, I received a message from the palace today, from a messenger bird.” Alen's face became serious. He took out a long, thin scroll about the size of his pinky finger from his arms and respectfully handed it to Kral.

Kral opened the scroll and took out the paper. As he unfolded it, I could clearly see that his face had darkened and his lips were slightly pursed. I didn't think it was good news.

"Your Highness?" Alen couldn't resist.

"The people over there want us to go back as soon as possible. They can't wait," Kral scoffed as he crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into an open fire as if he were venting.

"So, what do you mean?" Alen asked calmly, not seeming surprised by the prince's behavior.

"If they can't wait, listen to them. Let Bud lead a team back tomorrow. Don't keep them waiting. As for us," Kral said, glancing at me as I sat in a daze, "Have Bud send word to the elders that Luna is weak and we need to walk slowly."

They suddenly spoke of me, but I did not understand their detours and could only stare blankly at them.

"Then everything will go on as usual. You arrange the night's business and we'll leave early tomorrow," Kral calmly ordered, taking a sip of soup.

"Yes, Your Highness." Alen bent down in a standard royal manner and winked at me in secret as she looked up.

I had the shame of being exposed by a friend. I feel my earlobes must be very red.

The next day, Bud and a few of the soldiers left, leaving Alen with the carriage, and Kral and I in it.

"Your Highness, why don't we go with them?" I finally couldn't stand the heavy air and decided to bring up a topic to avoid being suffocated by boredom.

"You want to know?" He pulled out a parchment book in the carriage, looking at it carelessly and asking me without looking up.

"If that's all right." I looked at his face.

"Before my father died, he ordered three capable ministers in the palace to form the council of elders, who were responsible for both my upbringing and the administration of the palace when I was a child. According to royal tradition, after I am married, I shall officially become a king and hold the throne of the palace."

He paused, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes. "Now, they've been in charge of the throne for a long time. You know, the decision to cede power is very painful for them."

I tried to understand his words. According to royal tradition, if the king and Queen died and the prince they left behind was too young, the palace would entrust several trusted elders with the task of raising him. When the Prince is old enough to carry the weight of the pack, the elder will return power to the prince, and the Prince will become the new king.

The transfer of power always leads to trouble. The royal family was no exception, I thought. But what makes the royal family so special is that they want the prince to get married first. I suddenly understood why he needed Luna, and perhaps that was the reason.

As I was thinking, he suddenly handed me a booklet, palm-sized, with a thick cover and gilt lettering, heavy in his hand.

"These are the royal etiquette and rules, as well as the current affairs and personnel of the palace. Before we arrive at the palace, you'd better remember them. I'll check."

"Yes, your highness," I replied weakly.

He looked up, his narrow eyes giving me a silent pressure, and I realized I had said the wrong thing, so I quickly changed my words: “Yes, master.”

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