Arabella’s point of view.
(Wymond’s room_9:03pm).
“Are you sure you don’t need help, your highness?” Cora asked me for the thousandth time.
“No, thank you” I answered and continued trying to dry my hair, which was giving me a hard time because of the wounds on my back.
I had just finished taking a shower in a very funny way too, since I was strictly instructed to protect my wounds from water to avoid reopening them.
“Er… do you need my help with anything else?” she asked again.
I sighed.
“Can you help me get some sleep?” I asked her sarcastically.
“Your highness” she whined and I laughed.
“Fine, just go to bed, you’ve assist me enough for today” I told her.
Like seriously, I don’t understand the life of royalty, why do they need maids for things they can do alone?.
“Ok, your highness, I’m leaving”
“Hm” I hummed.
I heard her approaching the door, I averted my attention from her and focused on myself. But the stubborn girl tricked me, she didn’t leave because I could still feel her touching my hair.
I sighed.
“Cora, I said I don’t need help, why did you come back?”
I heard her chuckling from the door and I frowned slightly, door?.
“It’s not me, your highness, it’s His Majesty” she shouted from the door and slammed the door shut, then I heard running footsteps.
“Huh?” I turned around, but my face slammed on a hard yet soft surface.
“Hi” Wymond smiled at me.
He collected the dryer from me, turned me back to face the mirror and started drying my hair by himself.
I blinked a few times as I stared at him, my mouth hung open in shock as I wondered what is going on.
We stayed total silence mostly because I’m too surprised and have nothing to say at the moment. I mean, he’s the King and he shouldn’t lower himself to this level.
“I’m not a King when it comes to you” he broke the silence.
“What?” I asked and he chuckled.
He chuckled? Since when does he started chuckling? Or did my ears heard wrongly?
“Have you forgotten so soon that I can read your thoughts?” he asked.
“Oh, right” I nodded slowly.
“I’m not your King, I’m your mate and we’re equals” he said.
I nodded again.
He stopped drying my hair and put the dryer aside, then reached for the antibiotic ointment that was laying on the dressing table.
“Er… can.. can…” he cleared his throat. “Can I apply it for you?” he asked.
*Ooh, he’s offering to help us* Amy purred.
I quickly shut her out before she would make me make a fool outta myself.
“Ara?”
Holy shît, my name sounds so sweet coming out of his mouth.
“Should I apply….”
“Yes” I answered quickly.
I raised my dress slightly and exposed the wounds, he started applying the ointment gently.
“I’m sorry” he suddenly apologized.
I tilted my head slightly as if to get a glimpse of his face.
“Sorry?” I asked.
Is he apologizing? Or my ears misheard again?.
“Your didn’t misheard, I’m truly sorry” he said.
He dropped the ointment on the table and reached for my hand, he pulled me up, then led me towards the bed and made me sit on it, then sat next to me.
“I know I’ve being a… a… a err….” he paused. “What’s that word you always call me in your mind?”
“An @ss?”
Really? He knew I’ve been cursing him in my mind all these while?.
He laughed and nodded.
“Yes, I’ve being an @ss” he agreed.
What’s going on? Why am I seeing a totally different Wymond today?
He’s kinda warm and jovial today, how can I get used to this?
“I was being an @ss because I didn’t wanna get attached to you because of my curse” he paused.
He closed his eyes briefly and puffed out some air, my mind quickly flashed back to the seer’s words but I shook it off immediately.
“You heard what the seer said the other day, being mated to me is your greatest calamity and I was avoiding you to prevent the calamity from happening” he said.
I nodded.
“I know what the seer said, but there’s something else I wanna know”
“What?”
“Your curse, what exactly is it about? And what did you do that earned you such a powerful curse?” I asked directly.
He set his lips on thin lines and gulped.
“I guess it’s time to tell you things about me, especially my curse” he said and pinched my nose softly.
“Er.. can you please behave like your normal self for now?” I asked.
He raised an eyebrow at me.
“I’m not used to you being so sweet to me yet” I added.
He laughed, he’s laughing and his laughter sounded so rich, wait, can laughter sound rich?
He climbed onto the bed and rested his back against the headboard, he called me with a finger and gestured me to climb onto the bed.
I climbed up and he pulled me closer to himself, then rested my head on his chest.
“Er….”
“Shh” he shushed me.
I sighed and simply relaxed on his chest, he cleared his throat.
“Actually, I didn’t do anything that would earn me a curse” he said.
“Really? Then how did you got cursed?” I asked.
“I’m paying for my parents’ sin” he said. “Not only me, including my siblings but mine is heavier than theirs since I’m the eldest son” he said.
“Oh? Then there must be a story behind, right?”
“Right”
“Can you tell me the story?” I asked.
“Of course” he kissed my forehead which made me shiver.
For pete sake, this is so sudden, I can’t handle all these sweetness at once.
*Well, you can leave the sweetness to me* Amy piped in.
*Shut up and stop popping up every fuçking time!* I snapped at her and shut her out.
Wymond cleared his throat and began.
“I don’t really know much about what happened then, because I was just 13years old but I will tell you what I remember” he said.
“Hm” I nodded in agreement.
“So, thousands of years ago, the moon goddess only created three supernatural beings, which consisted of my dad, mom and another man -his name is Oak… ”
“Oak?” I cut in.
“Yeah”
I laughed briefly at the name.
“Oak, it sounds so weird, just like your name” I said and laughed again.
“My name doesn’t sound weird” he defended his name.
“Oh, really?” he nodded. “Wymond, doesn’t that sound like wayward?” I asked.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows knitted together as he briefly thought about it.
“Yeah, it does sound weird” he laughed.
“Don’t ever argue with me, I’m always right”
“Yes, yes, you’re always right” he agreed. “My queen is always right” he added.
I smirked proudly and patted his chest.
“Good, now continue with the story” I commanded him.
“Yes, ma’am”.
He kissed my forehead again, then began.
“My dad could transform into three species any time he wishes to -vampire, dragon and werewolf.. ”
“Wow, that’s so cool” I awed.
“Yeah, while my mom was an elf and a witch, Oak on the other hand was a wizard and a vampire”
A wizard, hmm, no wonder he could curse Wymond, he’s really one powerful enemy.
“Being the first female supernatural creature created by the moon goddess herself, my mom was extraordinarily beautiful and she had an angelic voice, one would think she’s singing even when she’s merely talking”
I smiled as I tried to picture her face and also imagine her sweet voice.
“I don’t really recalled what happened, but there was a sudden misunderstanding between the three of them and that was right after Renee’s birth. The misunderstanding caused a huge fight among them, my parents were on their own side and Oak was on his own -it was like two against one”
Humph, what could be the misunderstanding? And what were they fighting about?.
“Oak decided to leave after much arguments and fights, but he placed an immortality curse on me and my siblings, then he cursed my parents first born, which is me, that I’ll never have a heir, no matter how many mates I will have they’ll always die four months in their pregnancy”
I frowned and shivered as I quickly imagined me dying four months in my pregnancy.
“That’s so cruel” I blurt out.
“Yes, according to him only my true soulmate can lift the curse of immortality, that is after we mate” he pointed between us. “My siblings and I are gonna become mortals again, but my mate will pay a huge price” he stopped talking.
But he don’t have to continue, because I already know what’s coming next -the price is death.
He hugged me tighter.
“I’m sorry for bringing you into my mess” he apologized, his shoulders slumped down in disappointment.
“Is there really no other way of lifting your curse without me losing my life?” I asked.
He sighed.
“Well, dad once said after the moon goddess created them, she also created a pearl bead that grants wishes and placed it under Oak’s care since he’s the wizard -but just before they had the misunderstanding, Oak claimed that he lost the pearl”
“He lost it?!” I exclaimed quietly.
“Hm, since then we haven’t seen the pearl and it slowly becomes nothing but a legend now”
I think I’ve read about the pearl bead in one of those kiddies stories, but I thought it’s just something from one of those fairytale, I didn’t know it actually existed.
I scoffed.
“I don’t think he lost it, he must be hiding it somewhere” I said.
“I have the same thought too and I have been secretly investigating about it for thousands of years now, but I still haven’t gotten a clue where it is yet”
“Wait, are you trying to say the pearl bead can lift the curse?” I asked hopefully.
He smiled weakly.
“My parents believed so and I also believe it can lift the curse, but we can’t be so sure or raise our hopes until we find the pearl” he said.
“Well, I don’t mind holding onto even the tiniest bit of hope, it’s better than been at lost” I said.
He laughed.
“You’re laughing a lot tonight” I told him.
“That’s because I’m happy”
“Happy?”
“Yes” he answered.
Weirdo, but I like this weirdo better than the snobbish Wymond.
“It’s fine, we’ll find the pearl bead or any other way to lift the curse” I turned to face him. “But for now, I’m feeling so sleepy” I said, a yawn left my mouth to prove my words.
Maybe I’m still tired from fighting so many wolves all alone.
Wymond nodded.
“Alright, let’s have some sleep” he said.
He slumped down and laid on the bed, then pulled me towards him and rested my head on his chest.
“Let’s give in to our mate-bond for now, there must be another way to lift the curse, ok?”
I scoffed at his words.
“You were the one fighting the mate-bond not me” I told him.
He hummed and sighed.
“Fine, I’ll give in” he said.
I smiled, I’m thankful to whatever made him have a change of heart because it’s giving me goosebumps.
“Er… do you have a dream mate?” he asked.
“Dream mate?”
Why is he suddenly asking me this?
He cleared his throat awkwardly, I believe he’s blushing hard right now.
“I heard Renee and the girls talking about it, I… I thought maybe you have one too” he said the last part quietly.
I smiled… fuçk, this sweetness is just too much, aren’t I gonna suffer from diabetes soon?.
“So… do you have a dream mate?” he asked again.
“Well, I never thought of how my mate would look like, or what I expect him to do for me because I didn’t care” I said.
“That’s…”
“But” I cut him off. “I think I suddenly have a dream mate now”
“Ok….?”
“Well, you’re everything I expect my mate would be, not your snobbishness though -just your hight, your handsome face, your abs and your aura”
I turned in his arms and stared at his face.
“I want my mate to be very romantic and creative, because I’m beautiful, hot and creative”
He smiled when I said I’m hot.
“Romantic?” I nodded. “How do I know if I’m being romantic? Am I romantic?” he asked.
I scoffed and rested my head back on his chest.
“You’re far from being romantic” I said.
“Oh” there’s a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“Yeah, I want my mate to always kiss me goodnight, make me breakfast in bed and wake me up with a kiss to eat the breakfast”
I peeked at him as I said these words to see his reaction, he simply furrowed his eyebrows, but seemed to be listening closely to every word I say.
“My mate would be very polite to everyone and treat everyone with respect, he’d participate in different activities, like visiting each packs, clans and covens to check how their fairing and help them in whatever way he can”
Ok, I’m purposely saying this to indirectly remind him of things he should be doing, to bring himself closer to his subjects and to make him understand them better.
Bringing peace to the supernatural world is not just about avoiding wars, it’s also about caring for the welfare of every specie.
“Let’s go to bed” he said.
“But we…”
He didn’t let me finish my words, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me down with him, even though we’re already close enough and kicked the blanket over us.
“I have a busy day tomorrow” he kissed my forehead and closed his eyes.
Wow, I’m scared I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and realize this is nothing but just a dream.