▪️WEREWOLF ROMANCE▪️
"Would you rather I chain you to a post and have you sleep on the ground outside?" Edric raised a brow.
His response caught me off guard and I stammered, "W-what? No... I-"
"It can be arranged," the Lycan King scowled.
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A big smile adorned my face as I went about my day.
Since Edric had given me permission to read books from the third floor, it was near impossible to tear me away from the library. I found myself getting lost in the old musty pages, enjoying the hours of solitude.
There were so many books on magic, ranging from light to dark.
I tended to try and see things from a grey perspective. Though many would disagree, I personally felt that the concept of good and evil was not as straightforward as people claimed.
My time was split, however, between researching my own capabilities and reading anything and everything I could find on the Malvar Lineage. It came as no surprise that their history was vast, and I found myself enjoying learning about their roles in shaping the large landmass over the centuries.
As I walked through a particular section, I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking back to the events of last night and Einarr's role in all of it.
The last few weeks, I had not put too much thought into researching Edric's parents and their era, as I had been working my way down the family's timeline. Now, however, my curiousity about the estranged Einarr was piqued once again, and I felt it necessary to skip ahead.
From what I had gathered, based on what had been written down, I felt that Einarr perhaps had been misunderstood.
It was obvious that the death of Caelina had been a trigger for him. After all, I could barely imagine the pain he must have felt watching the love of his life marry his younger brother.
Not to mention the complete and utter agony he would have endured, seeing her grow round with a child that was not his.
I could easily visualise myself in his position, and I felt a stifling heaviness in my chest. I silently wondered how Edric felt, and the burden he must be carrying on his shoulders.
From what I had learnt about my King, he had always been a warrior and an explorer. Edric never had had any ambitions to sit on the throne. However, he was an honourable man, and bound by duty. So, he wore the crown and served his people as best as he could.
That would explain his excessive grumpiness, I thought.
As I closed one book and reached for another, I wished that I could see what was going on beyond the Soljord Mountains.
The fact that the Lugarhou were willing to follow Einarr, a direct descendant of the very man who had banished their ancestors, was surprising for me. Not to mention how the werewolves at the borders willingly sacrificed their lives for the sake of whatever experiments, gave me pause.
"They must believe in him somewhat, if they're so willing to give their lives for him," I softly said to myself, forgetting that Drengr was sitting at the opposite end of the table.
"Don't get too caught up in your feelings, Lenna. I know that you want to feel sorry for him, but you shouldn't waste your sentiments on someone like Einarr. He's not worth it. We all have to give up something we love in this life at some point. But the way he went about dealing with his grief is inexcusable," the Lycan said, his tone firm.
