56: 56 No Children?

56 No Children?

"Will you be cursed to enter here?" I asked, gripping his sleeve and frowning. 2

"Don't worry, Delia, it's just a myth," he said. His handsome face relaxed as he took my clenched hand.

"How can I not be worried?" I shouted at him, but I didn't care.

"Your Highness, please answer my question. It's very important to me."

Kral can't believe I'm saying this, but I am. I don't know why. Perhaps it was the fact that I had dealt with the threat posed by Lancaster with my wits. Perhaps it was the conversation between Catherine and Kral that made me jealous. Perhaps it was the hug that emboldened me.

In short, I held his hand. The powerful joints of his large hands were pressed by me, my hands conveying my body heat to him, and Kral was visibly stunned. His golden pupils under his black hair stared at me with some surprise, a look of surprise and a faint... happiness.

"You don't talk to me like that very often."

Kral struck a funny tone, mixed with incredulity and a chuckle. My face was reflected in his golden eyes. His dark eyes did not radiate the same oppression as before, but seemed a little strange.

"Delia, do you know who you're talking to?"

He looked like a silly puppy who had been suddenly scratched by his beloved cat. He could not bear to be angry and could only bark in an authoritative manner.

Although he was still trying to maintain his identity, I was not afraid at all. I had sensed concern and attention in his tone.

"I am speaking to the Prince."

I let go of his hand and put my hand over his heart. Under the thick muscles, his heartbeat could be felt.

This is a restricted area of the werewolf's body. But he was not alert to my touch, and even let me touch at will. I dare say, if anyone can finish the job of killing Kral, it's me.

Realizing this, I smiled and moved closer to him, "I'm talking to the man who crowned me at the banquet. I'm talking to the man who protected me from Bernice. I'm talking to the man who would rather have a curse on his back."

Kral was pushed back by me, and the distance between us grew rapidly and the air became thin. I raised my head and looked at his pursed lips. The invisible tension between us increased. My arm wrapped around his shoulder like a vine. The tip of my nose touched his chin, “Your Royal Highness, do you know what I mean?”

I don't know what I'm looking at right now, but Kral said in a low, raspy voice, "Is this the first time you've said this to a man?"

"What if you're not the first?"

"I will kill that man."

"Then you'll have to kill yourself."

I murmured as I looked into his beautiful golden eyes. His eyes darkened, his head bowed, and he stopped me with a passionate kiss.

It wasn't exactly a gentle, intimate kiss. It was more like an animal bite. His tongue stiffly opened my lips and teeth, and swept through my mouth. My waist was pinned by his palm and the back of my head was pressed tightly by his other hand. His words were still calm, but all his body language was telling me that he wanted to be near me.

Between breaths, I looked over my eyelashes and saw a surge of desire in his golden eyes, his straight nose casting a shadow across his face. As he kissed me eagerly, he struggled with his reason.

"Damn... why did you..."

The wet touch and close contact make us unable to accept separation. Every time his reason tried to pull him out of this passion, he would break down again in my eyes.

"I hate feeling out of control."

He kissed me and complained, and I just smiled and looked at him, and once again my noble master imprinted his kiss on my face.

"But I like it," I said.

His body froze and he was like a statue. His neck was turning red and he didn't dare to look at me in the eye. He was silent for a few seconds, his chest heaving slightly.

"We should go now. You have one last test."

Kral said suddenly, as if he had finally come to his senses. He hugged my soft body. I leaned against his chest, and I could hear the blood rushing into his heart. Bam! Boom! Rhythmic and powerful.

"Are you shy, master?" I whispered.

"Shut up, Delia." I saw veins popping out of Kral's forehead.

The boat was only big enough for one person, so Kral held me in his arms. My wet dress hadn't completely dried, and Kral's pants were wet, but he didn't say anything. He cut the rope with a dagger, and the boat drifted off into the lake in an unknown direction.

The Moon is very bright. The lake was filled with a light mist, and the water was deep blue. The boat glided across the lake like a mirror.

Kral found two golden lilies on the boat, handed them to me, and touched his baby teeth hanging from my ankles.

"What did you see on my parents' grave?"

"You haven't told me what kind of curse you're going to have?"

Both of us blurted out at the same time.

"Tell me first and I'll tell you," I said before he could speak.

"Well," he said, glancing at me, "It's really no big deal. The biggest curse for us is that we have no children."

"No children! ?" I looked at him in amazement, and Kral, with a nonchalant look on his face, looked down at the lake.

"Yes, but children have always been a problem in the royal family. The King and Queen might have many children," he said quietly. "But at some point, only children with golden pupils could inherit the throne."

"The elder William has golden pupils, too." My voice trailed off as I mentioned the name.

The golden pupils have two meanings. One is the golden color of the eye. The more pure the royal blood is, the more intense the golden pupil will be. But there is a second meaning. It's the blood power of the golden pupil that matters."

"What is the power of the blood power?" I frowned, vaguely feeling that I had touched the royal secret.

"In fact, we have far more abilities than ordinary werewolves, both physically and mentally. Generally speaking, we can make all werewolves kneel before us if we want."

Kral said flatly. He looked at the moon in the water. He was a proud prince, but there was some weariness in his eyes.

I couldn't help but touch his face and ask, “So now you have the blood power of golden pupils, and now, if the curse is real, will you have no offspring?”

"Of course not. It's not the first time I've broken the taboo here."

Kral rubbed my hand and he laughed sarcastically, "My parents died when I was young. The nobles thought I didn't understand and didn't even tell me when I was buried. I followed them quietly. I was only ten years old at the time. So I came here when I was 10."

Watching him calmly talk about his parents' burial, I felt a pang of heartache. I threw myself into his arms and told him what I had seen in my dream.

"I think it was your parents, King Adam and Queen Caroline , who saved me when I was attacked by the Bone Wolf."

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