Ever since Fenrir had found his wolf and began to train to be the king of the Azov kingdom, he had begun the journey of excessive torture whenever it was the new moon. At first, he was unable to accept it. He thought he could fight the ailment. But after some time, he accepted his fate. He was used to it.
He didn't go near women for fear of pain. He didn't even have any female bath maids and he bathed and dressed himself. He was full of fear of the torture. Although he was used to it and whenever it came, he would be prepared for it, the pain was real.
As time went on, he was now calm about it. Just like the way, he stood up the other day immediately after it ended.
But as he stood in the middle of the guest in the banquet with her petite body pressed against him, he realized he wasn't feeling any pain. No torturing and tormenting pain invading him like always.
At first, he didn't realize it.
His mind was full of the softness of the young woman in his arms. His arms were around her waist and he could feel how supple and flexible she was. She was also thin. Too thin that he was beginning to wonder if he was holding a stick. He had seen the young maidens of the kingdom and knew they weren't like that.
The cape had been pulled off Lyca's face so her facial features were clear to see. But, her eyes widened and she was shaking her head frantically to understand what was going on around her.
Fenrir had seen many beauties and attractive maidens that made men fall at their feet. Lyca wasn't considered the most beautiful of them all. But, it was an understatement to say she was merely pretty.
Her hair was packed in a simple bun outlining her face. She wasn't fair-skinned. Instead, she had an even lighter skin tone. It was creamy white like the color of an elephant's tusk. Her skin was smooth and soft without any blemishes. Coupled with that, she had a small oval-shaped face.
Her eyelashes were black and long. She had a pair of heart-shaped lips that were light red. She wasn't putting on lipstick. Her lips were naturally red.
The only sharp contrast was her pair of white-colored eyes.
A faint fragrance floated into his nostrils and he subconsciously inhaled it. It scented with lavender and lotus. It blew into his nose due to the proximity and he felt as though they seemed to bore into his mind. He felt calmer and relaxed.
Fenrir had no idea if all women smelled that way. But, he had a craving for that smell as it seemed to be able to calm him. He felt so relaxed and didn't even realize they were in public.
The guests were all staring at them in disbelief. It was said that the king hated it when women got close to him and a few women in the kingdom who had tried had been punished. But, he was actually holding a woman in his arms without flaring up?
Martha was the most stupefied. She was the closest to Lyca and the one who pushed her so she could see clearly how Fenrir had caught her. It was so fast and swift that she also wasn't expecting him to do so.
She had heard of the rule in the Azov palace that no woman must go near the king otherwise they would be beheaded. But, she believed that wouldn't happen to her. She was one of the most beautiful young maidens in their kingdom and she was the daughter of the king. She believed Fenrir would not bear to behead her in respect of her father. After all, it would be as though he was declaring war against their kingdom.
However, when she arrived at the banquet, she saw more maidens that were even prettier and more attractive than she was. She was envious and displeased but there was nothing she could do. The girls were also daughters of high-ranking officials in the court and it wouldn't be beneficial to offend them. That was why when she saw Lyca, she was infuriated and vented her anger on her.
As she stood there watching her lying in the king's arms, Martha felt a deep pang of jealousy. It took root in her heart, spreading its claws and tentacles all over her mind. She didn't like Lyca and liked to bully her. But, that was it. However, at that moment she deeply hated her. She hated her for getting near the man she had her eyes on.
After some time had passed with the king still holding Lyca, his bodyguard could no longer hold it in and coughed lightly to remind the king that he was in front of the guests. His cough brought Fenrir out of his trance and he jolted.
He looked around and saw the confounded expression on the people's faces. He gave a low cough before pulling her up and helping her stand on her feet.
Lyca's heart which had been in her stomach finally relaxed and she breathed heavily. Almost immediately, Mary Heitor pulled her behind her. Her head was lowered and she seemed to be panicking.
She plopped onto the ground heavily as she bowed lowly and implored, "Your Majesty, please forgive this disrespectful disciple of mine. She only just joined the divination hall and does not know the rules. Please spare her life."