I Became the Wife of a Monstrous Crown Prince (PART 2)

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Did Blake always have this kind of side to him? By the time I looked at him in amazement, he had already taken my hand and began leading me to the horse.

“Your hands are cold.”

He clasped my hand which was full of burn scars and gently blew on it.

Blake didn’t care about that?

‘It’s alright, no need.’

I mouthed the words.

“It’s alright?”

I nodded quickly. He understood what I was saying.

“But you’ll be cold if we ride a horse later.”

Blake took off his coat and hung it on me and I waved my hands in surprise.

‘I’m fine. It’s cold, so you can wear it.’

“Pardon?”

This time, the sentence was complicated, so I couldn’t communicate it properly just by mouthing the words. I used body language, pointing at Blake and pretending to shiver.

“I’ll feel colder than you?”

Finally, he understood what I was saying. I smiled brightly and nodded.

Blake used to get cold very easily back then.

It was autumn, but the temperature in the Valley of Chaos was very low and the winds were quite strong, so it felt like early winter. It would be colder if they rode a horse.

But Blake’s expression changed.

“I haven’t had such worries in a long time. I was often cold when I was a kid, but only a few people knew about it.”

When the curse was lifted, did his body change?

“How did you know?”

He stared at me piercingly with his crimson eyes, but I avoided his persistent gaze. 

‘…cold.’

“It’s just because of the cold?”

I nodded quickly.

“Well, it could be…”

He slowly glanced at me and offered his coat. I couldn’t refuse this time.

“Can you ride a horse?”

I learned to ride a horse before, but I didn’t nod my head. That was seven years ago. Now, I had lost my voice and become unable to write. There was no guarantee that the knowledge I had at that time would remain.

“It’s okay if you can’t. You just have to sit in the back.”

As we approached, the white white horse neighed and turned its head.

I was worried that the horse would be surprised by my appearance so I hurriedly covered the scar with my hand, but Blake immediately lifted me up and gave me a ride. Fortunately, the horse was calm.

“Josh is gentle, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

The white horse’s name must be Josh. It was a cute name. Was it Blake who named him?

“Hold on.”

I grasped his clothes gently.

Then Blake grabbed my hand and slid my hands around his waist.

“It’s dangerous, so hold on tightly.”

I nodded and held on tight around his waist. Blake smiled.