29: 29 Why Didn't You Fight?

29 Why Didn't You Fight?

The night was cold and Kral carried me across the hall in my long white bathrobe. The ladies-in-waiting on the road all bowed their heads in surprise when they saw us. I kept my head down and didn't dare to look at their expressions. I only felt my ears turn red. 0

"How long are you going to hide?"

Suddenly there was a deep voice over my head, and I looked up. Kral's jaw was taut with anger, and a cold stare was fixed on me beneath his thick black eyebrows.

"I. . . I don't know what you mean." I was keenly aware of the anger in Kral's voice. His voice was low with suppressed anger and a hint of impatience, but I didn't understand what I had done to make him so angry.

At the end of the corridor, Kral, who had heard my answer, stopped. His temperament grew more violent. His brows furrowed and his arms around me tightened so tightly that my skin could feel the warmth of his skin through the soft towel.

"Two questions," Kral said in a chilly tone. "First, what will you do if I don't get there in time today?"

"I. . ." I was at a loss for words. As much as I struggled in the bathroom, I had to admit that there was nothing I could do to resist them. If Kral hadn't shown up, I'd probably have been forced to take that humiliating test.

Kral glanced at me. "Why ask Vivian for help and not me?"

Why? Because I subconsciously worry that he won't help me. I'm afraid he understands Susana more than me.

I sighed. "Thank you. I'll be more careful not to get you in trouble."

"This is not about you getting me in trouble!" Kral's voice Rose, "I want you to be my queen. But you need to know the truth. If you want to wear a crown, you have to bear its weight. Don't you want to get rid of your weak personality and nasty life? I thought you were ready, but you're clearly not."

"What do you mean?" His words made my face turn red with shame. The past experience of being bullied reappeared in my mind.

He was right. I was the one who looked easy to bully, both in my pack and in the palace.

"Why don't you fight? Why don't you get angry?"

"I..." I was angry, but my anger in others may be a kind of cowardice.

"It seems you still lack the training to be a queen. Delia, listen. You will encounter many things like this in the future. In the palace, relationships and power structures are more complex than you might think. I Can't save you every time. You Can't be a little girl hiding behind me forever. If you want people to respect you and obey you, you have to show your temper and your fangs!" Kral's eyes darkened. He carried me suddenly in the opposite direction of the bedroom.

I had an uneasy glance at the strange surroundings all the way. Although I knew there was no danger to my life, Kral's serious and dangerous expression made me strangely nervous.

It's late at night. The splendid and domineering palace shows its strange and cold side at night. I dare not make a sound and lean against the arms of Kral to get a little warm temperature.

After crossing several corridors, we finally came to a place I hadn't seen before.

"Here we are." Kral stopped abruptly, and I looked up in amazement to see a large forest.

The deep woods of the night are thick and quiet. The sparse starlight filtered through the dense layers of leaves, reflecting spots of light on the lake. The lake in the deep forest lies in the center. The calm surface of the lake was rippled by the breeze.

"Master?" I looked at the beautiful scenery in front of me and looked at the silent Kral. His eyes were half dark in the night, but I felt a strange oppression.

“I'm disappointed in you, Delia. You have to be strong to do what you want to do.”

Kral finally spoke, but his words pierced my heart like a sword. I looked at the man who had saved me three times, and my mind went blank for a moment. I blinked my eyes, only to find myself suddenly in tears.

But Kral didn't let me go. His hands loosened and I fell to the ground before I could stand.

I suddenly lost the strength to stand up and could only look up at Kral in pain.

Why? Why would you do this to me after I started trusting you?

"I don't want an explanation," Karal says, looking at me coldly, took my hand to help me to my feet,

“You need to find your breaking point, Delia,” Kral said.

He took my hand and walked to the lake.

The water was cold at night. I stepped into the lake in my white bathrobe. The water was like a black crystal. It was cold. My face was reflected in the water.

Slowly, the water rose from my shins to my knees, drowning my white robe and reaching my waist. The cold makes me shiver. I hugged my shoulders and moved forward numbly. The water runs through my skin, taking away the last of my warmth.

What's he doing?

The water level of the lake is almost up to my chin. I shivered and stopped. The wide, Silent Lake around me suddenly made me think that I was abandoned by the world. Kral seems to have abandoned me too. My tears silently into the lake.

"You've always been better at putting up than fighting," Kral says. He was expressionless, dark as a shadow, but still he spoke those cold words, "The world will not be better for you because you put up with it. You have to learn to be angry and fight. Especially in the palace, everyone will treat you according to your strength. You must prove yourself worthy of the Queen's Crown."

"Or would you rather be a loser without wolves all the time?"

For a moment, the chill rose from the bottom of my heart. Every pore of my body is frozen, and the most important images in my memory come back one by one. The last tear from the corner of my mother's eye, the look of disappointment in my father's eyes, the cocky smile on Bernice's face, the golden eyes that had once brought me warmth.

Is that so? I always feel that I am a wolf-less alien, so I always feel that I am weak, give up resistance, waiting to be rescued. I always choose to endure it when I encounter difficulties, so I lose all the things I value.

Pain and anger are like two conflicting flames in the body. They tore at my emotions. Cold sweat ran down my forehead. I bit my lip, my whole body went limp, and I couldn't stand up straight. I looked like a seaweed floating on the bottom of the water, and finally the lake drowned me completely.

My ears became very quiet. Through a layer of water, the sky became very clear. A second before I felt suffocated, I could hear the noise of the water and a hand holding me up.

"Fuck! ! , damn it, do you want to kill you or kill me?"

Kral's furious face showed as he angrily dragged me to the shore. My whole body got wet, and my wet hair left water marks on my face.

“If you really bow down to your fate, willing to be a weak, unwilling to fight for your future, then you return to the water, I will never save you. I only help the strong, not the weak. Remember, it is your cowardice that kills you, not anyone else.”

A terrible silence.

"D.amn it!" I yelled at him for the first time. "You think I didn't put up a fight? Growing up, I fought many times, but it didn't work! You think I don't want to make a scene in the bathroom today? But how can I make a scene in the royal household alone? Susana has your back, and I have no one. If you support her, what do I do? S.hit! You accuse me of not resisting, but you have no idea what a terrible world I'm facing. You're an egomaniac, damn it!"

I gave up my old image and shouted at him angrily and sadly. I looked at his surprised face. The pain of being forced into the lake made me rush into his arms. I grabbed him by the neck and bit him hard on the neck.

S.hit! I gave up all my misgivings. I have no support, but I have nothing to lose. It's no big deal. I'm going to die today. I won't let him bully me today.

I pushed him hard into the grass and beat him wildly and bit his neck. He's stronger than I thought. My teeth leave teeth marks and can't hurt him. My emotions are like an erupting volcano. I can't control myself. I don't want to control myself. I roared and bit and rolled with him on the grass.

"That's right, Delia, resist anyone who hurts you. Remember your emotions today."

Kral whispered in my ear, letting my emotions out. He put his hand on the back of my head and gave me gentle comfort. He touched my head and let me hang on him like a baby, gnawing at him with my teeth.

Out of my sight, there was a smile of adoration in his eyes.

F.uck It! F.uck the world!

pqdm.com