Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 319: A Sip of Wine

Arielle put her index finger on the man’s lips, asking him to stop talking about killing someone so easily. Ronan smiled and grabbed her fingers. He nibbled the tip of Arielle’s index finger, making her face dye with reddish hues.

"I’m serious about it, Arielle. Even if the world hates you, I will fight for you and will give you all the love I have."

"Ronan..."

"Arielle, I love you more than anything. Far beyond my own life. Your wishes and happiness are my priority. If you want to stop everything, I will, Arielle. Whatever you want, just ask me. Regardless of what it is, I will do it for you."

"You have given me a lot and I am only a burden to you."

"Not at all. Your presence is enough for me. I don’t need anything but your warmth and affection."

Arielle put down Ronan’s wine glass and hugged his neck tightly. Ronan buried his face in the girl’s shoulder and smiled happily.

"About the matter in the Cathedral, don’t worry about it. Do whatever you want to do. You have to learn to say no to someone and prioritize yourself over others."

Knowing Arielle’s personality, Ronan knew the girl was too kind to everyone. She couldn’t refuse or say no, even though she felt uncomfortable. Arielle would try to bear it herself. However, Ronan didn’t want that. Arielle was too frail to bear such a huge burden. The girl needed to learn gradually and adapted to it first.

"Ah, about our marriage," said Arielle, remembering the conversation about their marriage. "I heard you had prepared it yourself?"

"Am I? I haven’t prepared anything yet," replied Ronan.

"You haven’t started it yet?"

Ronan grabbed his wine bottle and poured it over the glass. Arielle took the glass and gave it to Ronan.

"Of course, I won’t start it without asking your opinion, sweetheart. This is our wedding, and I want you to feel that you are involved in the process. I haven’t even spoken to Priest Louise in detail yet."

"Priest Louise will officiate our wedding?"

The man took a sip of the red liquid and nodded. "He was the one who blessed me at my coronation. I want the old man to be there on my happy day."

Ronan had great respect for Priest Elis’ father. He was the one who guided Ronan in his rebellious days to become a responsible king. Because Ronan became a king at a relatively young age, Priest Louise was the only person Ronan could trust besides his three other friends.

Arielle rested her head on the man’s shoulder. Her mind drifted off again.

"Ronan, what do you think of what Priest Elis and Priest Khan said?" asked Arielle curiously.

Ronan didn’t give his answer immediately, causing Arielle to get anxious. Her throat felt dry. She was worried that Ronan’s answer might not be what she expected.

But what did she expect, anyway?

The girl took Ronan’s wine glass and refilled it from the bottle placed on the table.

"Are you sure you want to drink that?"

"I am nervously waiting for your answer and it makes me a little thirsty."

Ronan touched Arielle’s hand, trying to stop the girl from drinking his wine. He didn’t know how much alcohol Arielle could hold. However, a second later he let go of her hand and let Arielle drink it. Ronan changed his mind. He wanted to know how far her tolerance for drinking alcohol was.

Ronan smiled, seeing the confused look on Arielle’s face.

"How is it? Do you like it?" he asked. Ronan poured again the red liquid into the glass Arielle was holding.

Arielle licked her tongue a few times to confirm the taste of the wine. She could almost taste different flavors, starting from sweet, and sour to bitter.

Curious about what taste was dominant in her tongue, Arielle drank more. Ronan wanted to tell her that the way she drank it was wrong, but he was enjoying Arielle’s change of expression so much that he let the girl do what she wanted.

Arielle put down her wine glass and hugged Ronan while curling up on his lap.

"Are you okay?" asked Ronan, holding back his laugh.

"I’m not thirsty anymore. Can you answer my question now?"

"Ah, about that, to be honest, I was quite surprised because all this time I thought that the children of the Moon Goddess were just a group of myths told by our ancestors. But about you having power, I’m not too surprised."

Arielle looked up in surprise. Her face turned red and Ronan knew that the effects of the alcohol were starting to hit her slowly. "You’re not really surprised. Why?" she asked.

"Because on the day you disappeared on the hill behind my manor in Frosttmount Village, I found you in a state of melting snow all around you. I’m starting to suspect that you have some hidden power."

"Really?" asked Arielle, still a little disbelieving.

Ronan nodded. "And according to my great-grandfather’s journal records, the same phenomenon happened in the past. That person had almost the same characteristics as you. White hair. He was a man, though. I thought it was just a coincidence. However, with Thebis, who is famous for searching for descendants of white-haired people, I am starting to conclude that you are the person who has special powers."

"Then... how do you feel?"

"My feelings? Hm... of course, I feel happy because the mysteries of the eternal snow in Northendell are being revealed one by one. Maybe in the future, we will get more information regarding another curse inside my body."

Arielle nodded in understanding. Of course, Ronan was eager to know about that. What Ronan felt was the same as how Arielle felt when Duke Pellington told her about her mother.

After wondering all her life about who her mother was, Arielle finally got the answer. Similar to Ronan, after wondering for a long time about how to melt the eternal snow in his homeland, Ronan would also feel enthusiastic when there was a bright light in the dead-end they had been walking.