Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 401: Arielle’s Super Busy Day

Arielle met Miss Dressrosa again. Miss Dressrosa still looked as beautiful and young as Arielle had last seen her. The woman also looked very stylish in red glasses with gold straps hanging from her shoulders. Her afro hair was even shinier than Arielle remembered.

They didn’t do much. Miss Dressrosa did the basic dress fitting she had finished making. Arielle touched the soft cloth that wrapped around her body. The silk was ivory white.

Miss Dressrosa pulled the part on the back that was still loose until it stuck perfectly to Arielle’s body. Arielle looked back and saw the tail of the dress that dropped not too long.

The fitting was done quickly because Miss Dressrosa was a punctual person. She didn’t like to procrastinate. The royal wedding was in sight, and it was not only the dress that was being prepared. The royal chef began to prepare cake and food for the banquets and parties.

And that day, after she finished fitting the wedding dress, Arielle met with Chef Michael as the head chef of the palace. The man asked Arielle’s opinion about the cake that the princess wanted.

At first, Arielle wasn’t sure whether she should be the one to choose the cake, but Aimee said that the king had left everything to Arielle. With Chef Michael, Arielle spent her time trying different types of cakes.

"Hm... how about Frostberry jam as the filling?"

"What about besides the Frostberry? You don’t want to use cream or other fruit’s jam?" asked Chef Michael.

Arielle thought again. She had tried the cakes the chef had made, but she didn’t see any cake with Frostberry jam. Chef Michael prepared many types of cakes with various fillings, from exotic fruit jams to various cream flavors.

"These fruits are imported fruits we bring in. Isn’t Frostberry too ordinary, Your Highness? Usually, other nobles like imported fruits," Chef Michael asked once again.

Arielle understood what Chef Michael meant. The Frostberry fruit was a fruit that could only be grown in Northendell. Thus, maybe for the northerners, the fruit was not too special. Most people preferred exotic fruits that grew in the tropical area or fruits that were rarely found in the North.

However, Arielle didn’t think like that. She simply loved Frostberries. The wonderfully sweet and slightly sour sensations might match the fluffy cake that was topped with the cream.

"Um, Chef Michael, can you make one? I just want to compare the taste first," said Arielle. She didn’t want to offend Chef Michael, even though Tania and Lucas said that Chef Michael was a patient person.

"Oh, sure, Your Highness."

After being assisted by the other assistant chefs, the cake that Arielle ordered was finished. She sliced it with a bread knife. When the cake had been sliced, the colorful frosted jam sparkling under the kitchen light. The jam melted beautifully, making Arielle gulp. She gave the cake to Chef Michael, Tania, and Aimee.

"Hmmm ... your cake is very delicious, Chef Michael," Arielle exclaimed honestly. Tania nodded in agreement.

Aimee and Chef Michael, who had often eaten Frostberry fruit or cake with Frostberry jam, felt that this cake tasted different. Chef Michael was also surprised by his own cake. He had often made cake with Frostberry jam, but this time the sensation he got was different from usual.

"Chef Michael, I think I’ll just choose this cake," Arielle said, and Chef Michael nodded. Then, Arielle and Aimee also chose the shape of the cake and the decoration.

After choosing the cake, Arielle waited for the next schedule in her library. She stared out the window, waiting for Ronan to return. The man had been away from the palace for three days.

Arielle also didn’t see Lazarus again after they talked in the cathedral earlier. Hopefully, Lazarus understood the meaning of her words.

Aimee came to inform Arielle that the person in charge of the wedding decorations had arrived. She could see the princess was sleeping on the sofa with her arms dangling while holding a book.

Slowly, Aimee approached her, then took the book. Aimee did it very gently so that Arielle wouldn’t wake up. Arielle had worked hard, from studying to preparing for her wedding. Of course, the girl would be exhausted.

Aimee put the book that Arielle had read on the table. She grabbed the thin blanket in the corner and draped it over Arielle’s sleeping body.

Aimee left the library to inform the guest that the princess couldn’t meet them right now. After sending the decoration team off, Aimee planned to go back to the library, waiting for Arielle to wake up.

However, when she was about to turn around to leave the front yard of Whitethorn Palace, she saw the king’s troops and William arrived at the palace after a few days of going to the western border.

Ronan stopped his horse right in front of the Whitethorn Palace. A guard rushed to receive the king’s reins of the horse. Aimee wanted to tell him that Arielle couldn’t be bothered, but William stretched his arms while placing his index finger in front of his lips, asking Aimee to not talk much.

It was only when Ronan had disappeared, William removed his hand from Aimee.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Someone’s in a bad mood."

"Something happened?" Aimee asked.

William nodded.

"Oh, how are you? Do you like living in the palace?" William asked, trying to change the subject.

"Hmm! Princess Arielle treats me well. At first, I was so surprised when the princess said that she had already treated me like her own friend. Because after I entered the academy, I didn’t have many friends."

William stroked Aimee’s head. "I know, Princess Arielle is indeed very kind person. Have you had lunch? If not, let’s have lunch together. Let’s invite Kael too."

"Ah, I had lunch with Princess Arielle earlier. If you don’t mind, can I still join? Because usually when Ronan has met Princess Arielle, it will take hours," Aimee said, making William laugh out loud.

"Sure, then let’s go."

William placed his hand on Aimee’s shoulder casually. Aimee didn’t like men, but William was an exception. In the past, William laughed along when Lazarus teased her by calling her fat, but William was also the one who reminded Lazarus not to overdo it. William was also the one who often defended her when Lazarus had gone overboard.

From a distance, someone squinted his eyes with a sour face. He ate the Frostberries in his hand one by one. His eyes followed William and Aimee, who were walking in front of him.

"Tch, she is playing favorite," he muttered in annoyance.