Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 519: The Morning Before The Torture
Arielle glanced at her hands. The last thing she remembered was that her skin peeled off and her hands were covered in blood.
"You just need to believe in your own abilities, Arielle. I’m sure you can do it."
"Also about my agreement with Maxieno? Will i ever did it?" Arielle asked.
"Yeah, when I said everything, I mean about everything."
Arielle smiled at Otis. She then stood up and wiped the remaining dust off her skirt.
"You believed in my abilities, Lord Otis. I’m very grateful for your trust. It makes me a little better now," she replied with a smile.
"Oh, I’m serious when saying that you don’t have to worry about anything. I know something you don’t know," Otis said, making Arielle turn to the old man.
"What’s that?"
"You don’t need to know. Just a little spoiler from someone unexpected."
Arielle didn’t understand what Otis meant, but the girl just smiled and took a basket filled with lots of chicken. She also helped Otis prepare for Maxieno and his friends’ breakfast.
"Lord Otis, does your agreement with the dragon clan also have an end?" Arielle asked.
"Mine? Hm... I don’t think so. I traded my life for living, so I think the agreement will end at the end of my life. Besides, I’m very old, Arielle."
"Yeah, You should rest a lot."
"Hm.. I think I’ll just be able to rest in peace when I’ve met Maxieno’s mate," Otis said hopefully.
"Do not be like that. You have to forget things like that and focus on your own health," said Arielle while taking out all the chickens. She then washed it so that Otis could cook them.
"What if Maxieno doesn’t meet his mate in a hundred years?" Arielle asked.
Otis laughed loudly. "Do you think I can survive another nineteen years?" he asked.
Arielle turned and observed Otis. The man was still very healthy even though his posture was starting to bend slightly with his hands that had a lot of wrinkles.
"Nineteen? Of course! You can even live another fifty years," she replied.
"Thank you, I hope so too, so I can see lots of little Arielle and Maxieno," Otis muttered while imagining the children around him. It had been a long time since he had seen a child. It seemed Luffy and his friends were born yesterday, but they had already grown up, making Otis miss raising children.
"Oh, Otis, may I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
"Do you understand the meaning of Alpha and Luna?" Arielle asked curiously.
Otis, who was cutting vegetables, turned to Arielle. The girl was putting all the chickens into a large clay bowl.
"Did King Arthur tell you?"
Arielle nodded.
"I’ll explain it after this."
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Arielle and Otis provided breakfast for several members of the dragon clan. Dragon clans live in colonies. But they built their respective residences in the middle of the forest and scattered almost in the territory. Usually only a few dragons that haven’t found their mate will frequent came to the castle.
The mate bond between dragons doesn’t just form right away. In fact, it usually takes decades to realize that they are mates. And Maxieno already waiting for three hundred years without a mate, even though his younger brother, Xavier, exactly in eighteen years met his mate, Abigail.
The dragons gathered in the dining hall. They frowned when they saw Arielle who was with Otis bringing their food. There are about eleven dragons in the room except for Maxieno because Otis said maxieno prefers to eat alone in his room so before teh breakfast being brought to the dining hall, Arielle must wait for Otis to go upstairs to maxieno’s room first to give his breakfast.
"What is that human doing here Otis? Didn’t Maxieno send her deep into the forest to live in that hut?" Violet asked, folding her arms. Her purple skin color made Violet glow in the sun, which made Arielle awestruck by her beauty.
Arielle raised her hand showing her sealed hand. "I will be your servant from today onwards," answered Arielle proudly making Violet clicked her tounge and several other dragons laughed at Arielle.
Arielle wasn’t interested at all, she just let it go..
Arielle left a plate of boiled chicken pieces and boiled potatoes to give to Arthur later. After feeding all the dragons there, Arielle stopped at the main hall and kept the plate in front of the iron cage. Arthur was still undressed. Only Otis’ black robes were for his body.
"Your Majesty, please do eat first," said Arielle.
"Have you speak to Maxieno?" asked Arthur who didn’t care about the food that was available.
Ariel nodded. "Yes. Maxieno has agreed to help save Irene. But it would takes time. Can you wait?"
"How long? The werewolves gave me two months to bring back the dragon eggs."
"Maxieno promises about three more weeks."
Arthur sighed in relief. "Three weeks, I can wait for it" Arthur replied making Arielle smile. Arielle pushed the plate away.
"Eat quickly, so I can return the plate," said Arielle.
Arthur’s stomach rumbled and his hand reached out to eat the food Arielle had prepared. Because the plate that Arielle brought did not fit between the iron bars, Arthur drew closer to the iron and ate voraciously.
Within seconds, the pieces of chicken and boiled potatoes that Arielle brought were gone.
"Sorry, Your Majesty. I can only bring this, "said Arielle who saw that the plate was clean, only a few chicken bones were left.
Arthur nodded, he glanced at Arielle who was about to stand up. He wanted to say thank you but he was very shy. Her chance to thank her was lost when Arielle left the hall with her plate of leftovers.
He looked at Arielle’s back sadly. It turns out that his son an adult and now has a wife he can rely on. What has Arthur been doing the last years? There isn’t any.
Ronan must have really hated him. Irene too... his daughter must hate him. He had managed to get Irene escaped the mountain. But his mistake of bringing them both back but was caught by the werewolf clan. And in this desperate moment, Arielle is here to help him.
If he was given the chance, Arthur really wanted to see Arielle back with Ronan because he was sure... and Arielle would be a much better king and queen than him.
