Evelyn~
"I’m not sure about forgiveness," I said calmly. "Based on my humble background, if soone made a mistake, people believed they should be burned at the stake or thrown into the ocean from a ship."
I shrugged. "I’ve never actually done that to anyone before, but ... maybe you could be my first guest."
Even though it was subtle, I could clearly see the color slowly drain from Mirelda’s face, turning her skin as pale as paper. I wasn’t sure if she was more afraid of losing her job or terrified that I might actually burn her at the stake.
Honestly, burning soone at the stake had never crossed my mind before. But maybe ... it’s sothing to consider in the future.
"Milady, please forgive !" Mirelda repeated those words again and again, like she was chanting so desperate mantra. She dropped to her knees and pressed her forehead against the floor. "I promise I’ll watch my mouth! I’ll never say sothing that can hurt your feelings!"
I folded my arms, tapping my fingers against my sleeve. As much as I wanted to toss her into the ocean or burn her on the wooden stake, it sounded like a hassle, and frankly, I was too lazy to do it.
Eventually, I said, "Bring the young maid to the palace before my full-moon ceremony, and I’ll pretend this whole thing never happened."
Mirelda’s face turned even paler. "Do you an Anna? But ... but she stole sothing, so—"
"Spare the excuses," I cut in. "I want the stolen item returned to its rightful owner before my ceremony. That’s all."
"B-but—"
"Mirelda," I interrupted again. "I know exactly what happened, so don’t even try to fool . If you truly cherish your job that much, I suggest you get moving now." I glanced at the clock, which showed two in the afternoon. "You don’t have much ti, I guess."
She imdiately got up to her feet and bolted out of the room like her life depended on it.
Once the door was closed, my wolf spoke up. "Do you really plan to forgive her if she actually does what you asked?"
I chuckled. "Do you think she’s even capable of doing that?" I turned back toward the bed and picked up the dress Mirelda had left behind, holding it up so I could see the design better.
"Do you have mory problems or sothing?" I asked my wolf.
My wolf sounded offended as she said, "What’s that supposed to an?"
"The young maid," I began, "We heard before that her hotown is far from the capital. It takes about three or four days to get there. Unless Mirelda’s secretly a super-fast werewolf, it’s going to take her at least six days to go there and back."
Unfortunately, from what I’d heard, Mirelda was just like most Ogas in this kingdom. Maybe there wasn’t any obvious discrimination anymore, but let’s be honest, being low-ranked still ca with its limits. Her strength and stamina just didn’t compare to the others.
Unless a werewolf soldier who could move fast offered to help, Mirelda wasn’t able to get into Anna’s place in ti.
Besides, I also doubt anyone would help her.
From what I’ve heard, even the soldiers can’t stand her. She flirts with anything that moves and has a habit of stealing money from the ones foolish enough to sleep with her.
So no ... I doubt anyone will co to her rescue.
"How do you even rember all of that?" my wolf asked. "I don’t rember anything."
I rolled my eyes. "That’s because you’re too busy begging to have sex with Theron again."
"I am still begging," she said without sha.
"Not happening," I muttered, holding the dress up higher to check the details from bottom to top. "There’s no way I’m just going to show up like, ’Hey Theron, let’s have sex.’ He’d probably think I’m addicted to his dick."
"You’re not?" my wolf asked, sounding genuinely confused. "I an ... I don’t have a body, so I can’t feel anything myself, but judging from the way your brain shuts down every ti he fu—"
"Alright, that’s enough," I cut her off before she could say anything else. Seriously, why was my wolf always so horny? Do other wolves act like this too, or ... is mine just acting like a total pervert because I—no, I’m not a whore. Definitely not.
"Why don’t we focus on this ... weird dress instead?"
I spun it in my hands a few tis, still trying to understand why it looked so ... strange. The design itself was actually really beautiful. The fabric flowed down into a soft, elegant skirt.
The sleeves were long, and the shoulders were cut slightly open, just enough to feel a little daring without being too much. The light blue color reminded of the color of lake water.
But sothing felt off.
The fabric looked see-through. Not completely, but enough to give people a blurry peek at my skin. And if this fabric got wet? Yeah ... it would probably turn fully transparent.
To make matters worse, one of the maids had told I wasn’t allowed to wear a bandeau or panties during the ritual because apparently, it would "disrupt the purity of the true Luna."
When I heard that, the first thing I thought was: whoever made that rule must’ve been a bunch of old pervs who just wanted to watch young won strip without getting in trouble for it.
"Did you know," my wolf suddenly cut in, "you’re actually not supposed to wear anything when you enter the lake to form the full-moon ritual? Like ... completely naked, not even this almost-invisible dress."
I frowned. "Seriously?" I asked. "Then why did the council give this stupid sheer dress?"
My wolf sighed, clearly annoyed. "Really? You still have to ask?" She paused dramatically, like she wanted to give ti to think, but when I said nothing, she groaned. "It’s obviously because your mate doesn’t want you standing naked in front of a crowd, duh!"
Oh ...
That actually made sense.
Theron had once told he didn’t want anyone else seeing my Luna mark, since it was located on my lower back.
But if I still had to be naked for the ritual, then what was the difference? Wouldn’t everyone end up seeing it anyway?
"Honestly," my wolf added, "even if you showed them your Luna mark, the elders would still ask you to perform the full-moon ceremony."
I didn’t respond right away because I had just noticed sothing interesting about the dress.
The part that covered my nipples wasn’t see-through at all.
How considerate.
"... Why?" I finally asked. "Are they really that desperate to see a young woman naked?"
My wolf hissed the mont I said young woman. "You’re as old as a crusty snail shell stuck on a rock, Evie."
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