Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 434: Tiring Day

"Kael... I... like Aimee..."

"WHAT!? After what you did to Aimee ten years ago!?"

"Calm down... I mean, before I met Aimee again, I had met her. However, at that time, I didn’t know if she was Aimee, and I told Ronan that I fell in love at first sight with a girl."

"Huh?"

"Kael, listen to me... I ask your permission to get close to Aimee."

"No, I won’t let you get close to Aimee."

"Kael," Lazarus called, and Kael raised his hand, asking Lazarus to stop talking.

Kael won’t let Lazarus get close to his sister. Never. And he would rather die than see Lazarus get close to his sister.

What was this? Lazarus must like Aimee because Aimee was no longer fat. He knew that Aimee was Lazarus’ type; tall, slim, with a curvy body.

Lazarus was the craziest man he had ever met. He knew that Lazarus was his close friend. In fact, because Lazarus was his close friend, he already knew all the bad things about Lazarus. The man would only break Aimee’s heart again later.

When that man chose the ocean over living in the North, it would all be over.

"Kael."

"I don’t want to talk anymore," Kael said, making Lazarus clench his fists in annoyance.

Lazarus knew it would end like this. Kael must have felt that he didn’t deserve to have Aimee. He clenched his fists tightly. She would prove that what Kael thought was wrong!

Again, Kael chose to run away rather than talk about this again.

Lazarus returned to his room. He took a deep breath to see Aimee sleeping soundly on his bed without any clothes on, only a blanket covering her body from her stomach down.

Lazarus took off his clothes and fixed Aimee’s blanket and joined in to sleep while hugging the girl. His lips curled down, feeling sad that Kael didn’t approve of their relationship.

***

Back in time. The painter had finished painting her. Although the man hadn’t finished the large canvas, he had already finished the sketch and the basic colors on the smaller canvas, so he could work on it elsewhere.

Arielle’s back was sore and hurt from having to sit in the same position for hours. After this, she had no schedule, so Arielle could rest faster. Aimee helped Arielle to get up and carried Arielle’s dress, which was hanging down to the floor.

Lazarus was responsible for returning the crown to the storage. Tania returned with the princess’s lunch, and Arielle ate it voraciously.

"You’re really hungry, aren’t you?" Tania asked.

"Yes, I’m really hungry, and my back feels sore."

"Do you want me to massage your shoulders?" offered Tania.

"Sure, if you don’t mind, Tania."

"I will massage you after you finish your meal."

Arielle rushed to eat quickly, making Tania and Aimee, who accompanied her in the room, chuckle. After finishing her lunch, Arielle changed her clothes into more casual clothes.

"Next week, you don’t have a schedule to study. We will pamper you until the wedding day and a week after that."

"Pamper me? What does it mean?"

Aimee clapped her hands enthusiastically. She couldn’t wait for the princess’s wedding.

"You will be pampered with self-care for a whole week. You are also free to do or buy whatever you want. You will have a bath with high quality imported milk. Get a relaxing massage every night. Eat healthy and nutritious foods until the wedding day comes. You are forbidden to have stress!" Aimee replied in a cheerful tone.

Arielle wasn’t sure if that sounded fun. She thought she would live a normal day as usual.

"And also, three days before the wedding, you are prohibited from meeting with the groom!"

"Why?"

Tania cleared her throat. "Because it’s a tradition, Your Highness. By separating with the lovers for a few days, it will make the first night even more intimate."

"The first night?"

"Yeah, the first night!" said Aimee, who didn’t know that Arielle and Ronan had done it long before they discussed marriage.

Arielle’s face turned red, and she averted her eyes so Aimee wouldn’t see her blushing face.

Tania waved her hand, asking Aimee not to talk about it anymore. She brought Arielle to sit on the bed so she could massage the princess. Arielle put all her hair to one side, and Tania started massaging Arielle’s shoulders, which felt a bit stiff.

The door to the girl’s room swung open, making Aimee, Arielle, and Tania turn towards the door at the same time. Ronan, who didn’t know that Aimee and Tania were there, was silent in his place.

"Can you guys come out? I want to talk to Arielle for a bit."

"Sure, Your Majesty," Aimee replied, while carrying a trolley filled with Arielle’s leftover food.

Ronan waited at the doorway until Tania and Aimee left Arielle’s room. After they were alone, Ronan closed the door and took off his mask.

"I missed it," he said, then climbed on top of the bed and hugged Arielle tightly.

"Missed what?" asked Arielle, who didn’t understand Ronan’s sudden complaint.

"I really want to see you in a royal gown and crown. But, I was so busy with my work that William locked me up, so I wouldn’t run away from my task."

"Awww... how unfortunate..." Arielle said with a chuckle at seeing Ronan’s sullen face. She spread her arms, and the man hugged Arielle tighter. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"I saw Tania massaging your shoulders earlier. Are you tired?"

"A little. I sat in the same position for a long time, so my shoulders were a little stiff."

Ronan straightened up his back and positioned himself behind Arielle. "Ronan?" Arielle called Ronan in confusion.

The man lowered the sleeves of Arielle’s dress and approached her while whispering. "I’ll massage you. But it’s not free."

Arielle turned to look at the man. "What should I pay you with?"

A smirk appeared. Arielle just laughed at that because she knew that the fee Ronan would ask for was not something material. The man kissed Arielle’s shoulder, then bit the girl’s earlobe lightly. "With massage too."

Arielle grabbed Ronan’s head and clutched the man’s hair as Ronan started licking her neck from behind.

"Ronan..."