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37 Catherine Is Here

"What? ! A werewolf without a wolf?" 2

"That's funny! How can a werewolf not shift into a wolf?"

"What happened to Catherine? Why would she ask such a ridiculous question?"

"Well, that's understandable. She was His Highness' fiancee."

"TSK, TSK, tsk, but his highness has made his choice. Catherine has given up, hasn't she?"

.......

From what I heard, I realized that she was the fiancee Kral had mentioned.

Catherine looked up at me with a look that made me wonder if she knew my secret. There was a desperate panic in my heart, and the color drained from my face, and I grew pale and did not know how to answer.

"Sis, do you want me to drug her so she can't talk?" Vivian, who was standing in the corner with Alen, looked at me worriedly as she spoke to me with a bell.

I was being watched by everyone, and I had a cold sweat on my back. I put on a polite smile and asked, "Catherine, I wonder why you're asking me that?"

Kral watched silently as she challenged me. I know I will face many challenges if I want to be a queen. This is just the beginning.

I certainly won't be defeated by this small difficulty.

"It's because I heard there's a were-less girl in the world. What a coincidence. Delia, that special werewolf is said to be in your red moon pack."

"That's enough, Catherine. I repeat, go back," William said angrily. He almost rose from his seat with clenched fists, but his reason warned him not to do such a breach of decorum.

"Okay, wish you a good day, Delia," she said, winking at me with a scornful smile and a wink at Kral. "And Your Highness."

She seemed to be crying out Kral's name with honey in her mouth. After saying this, she turned and left, leaving only her back in the crowd's gaze.

General Bud graciously opened the door for her and took the glass she had dropped.

"I am so sorry, Your Highness and Delia," Willlam said, bowing to us with a look of resignation and regret. "My adopted daughter Catherine has been so rude today, please don't blame her."

“I understand, William,” Kral finally said, not looking at me but still staring in the direction Catherine had gone.

I breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

The party went on after Catherine left. Not many people care what Catherine says. They were talking happily. As the music played, the ladies spun and danced on the smooth marble floor, their heels and flapping skirts illuminating the hall.

"Delia," a hand reached out to me, and Kral stood up and gave me a gentleman's salute, "May I have the honor of dancing with you?"

There was a faint smile in his eyes, and I looked at him, not quite understanding what he was thinking.

The smile on his face faded as I held back my hand. He raised his eyebrows and leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Are you too scared to dance because of what Catherine said?"

I felt a tinge of shame. I rolled my eyes at him and put my hand in his palm. He smiled and led me closer to the dance floor.

The musicians changed the music when they saw him coming. The dancing crowd dispersed, and they gathered around me and Kral to watch as we started dancing.

Kral always makes people want to keep a distance from him, but in this moment of music, he suddenly has a gentle temperament.

He walked to the music, his tall figure and strong arms wrapped around me, and the mirrors around us reflected our shadows as if we were the only two people dancing in an empty room right now. My bright red dress was like a blooming flower. The white, powerful legs under the dress swayed with his dancing steps. My slender waist was held in his hand. The intoxicating smell of liquor filled my whole body.

At this moment, his noble eyebrows appeared gentle under the light, like a soldier holding a bright red rose in his hand. His face was full of pride as he bent over for the girl who wanted him. The sword in his hand was shining with a cold light as he kissed the delicate petals of the rose and his girl.

As the music drew to a close, I spun around in his arms, my long arms above my head, my high heels clicking on the smooth ground with a crisp sound. My blossoming red skirt returns to calm, like a flower that finally withers. I bowed and there was silence.

A few seconds later, applause broke out.

"Your dancing is beautiful, my girl." Kral's golden eyes were as gentle as the winter sun.

After the dance, Kral let go of the arm around my waist and led me slowly back to the throne.

I looked at the side of his face. In a flash, he changed from the gentleman to the cold prince I knew.

The party entered a relaxed phase. The guests gathered to talk and enjoy the food. Vivian brought me some food and fruit. I saw Kral wave to Alen in the corner, and Alen immediately understood. He glanced at Vivian and me as we ate, smiled and said respectfully to Kral, “Everything is ready, Your Highness.”

"What's going on with the elders?" Kral asked in a low voice. He glanced vaguely at the white-clad elders who were seated below him.

"Don't worry. I made it myself with the guards. It's completely confidential," Alen replied softly.

I listened blankly to his conversation with Alan, not understanding what they were saying, so I looked quietly at the elders. After observing for a while, I furrowed my brow and thought about what I had discovered.

Although the banquet was supposed to be a welcome for Kral and me, there weren't many elders to talk to Kral except for the introduction at the beginning. As the future king, Kral was deliberately ignored. The nobles preferred to keep more contact with the elders. The nobles surrounded the elders, keeping a loose but close and orderly distance from them. The elders are led by three of them, including William.

Perhaps sensing my gaze and Kral's, Willam suddenly looked back at me. His gentle golden eyes were as sharp as an eagle in the sky. But a moment later he was polite and gentle again. Just when I thought I was hallucinating, he raised his glass to Kral and me, and I responded with mine. Kral's lips curl slightly. He nodded but there was no smile in his eyes.

“Excuse me for a moment, Delia. “Kral got up and left without explanation, and Alen immediately followed him, so I had to sit in my seat and deal with the Lycan nobles who approached me.

"Sis, Vivian heard Alen say there was a surprise in the garden!" After dealing with another lycan lady, Vivian crept up to my ear and gave me a sly wink.

"How do you know?"

"Well... it's just... I put some little things on Alen." Vivian suddenly lowered her head and interlocked her fingers, not daring to look at me in the eye.

I smiled and was about to speak when the door of the hall was opened by the guard. Alen stood in the doorway with a smile on his face, and his every move was graceful under the gaze of the crowd. He said to me, "Delia, the Prince has a surprise for you in the garden. Please come with me."

All the guests at the party were curious. I pursed my lips silently at the thought of Kral's departure. All the Lycan's were attracted and interested in following me to the garden.

A full moon lies silent in the night. The flat green grass in the garden was suddenly covered with red roses. In the moonlight, the delicate petals swayed in the breeze, like a red sea undulating before my eyes. The moonlight shrouded each petal in a faint light, like a veil over them.

The beauty of the roses in the moonlight makes me unable to blink. But I didn't see Kral anywhere.

"Look! Fireworks!"

Vivian suddenly screamed. I looked up. A bright light bloomed on the dark sky. The colorful fireworks were comparable to the twinkling stars. The huge fireworks were constantly blooming in the sky. The fire lit up the garden and even surpassed the Moon for a time.

"Oh, Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

Behind me came the cries of Lycans. I turned and saw Kral walking towards me with a bouquet of red roses. The crowd made way for him.

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