(From Blue's Perspective)
He made his way to the closet and started rummaging through the dresses. I just stood there and watched my husband being childishly stubborn and find a dress to wear today.
As he was looking for a dress for , my mind went back to our conversation. I could not believe he hid that important information from and most importantly, he behaved as if he would do anything for , only if I stayed by his side.
I had found out about his nature, thanks to the full moon. He did not want to let know about it and because of that, he had been trying so he did not say about his desires aloud. I had to admit that he was right about this. His desires were indeed a bit creepy.
But I knew that it was not just an obsession. If it was, then I would not be able to move as freely as I could now. But there was no way to deny that there was no obsession though it was good to know that he was trying his best.
But I knew sothing perhaps he did not. Obsession was not an ordinary thing. And most importantly, it was not sothing that anyone could get rid of. It was impossible. Just how getting obsessed with sothing was hard, giving up the obsession was rather impossible.
I decided not to tell him that I knew about it. It would stress him out and he might try to do sothing that might put his ntal condition under pressure. Doing sothing against physical ability was one thing, but when it ca to ntal condition, it was not sothing one should do since it might lead to an unimaginable inner pressure.
"What about this dress? It's light and the color looks good as well," he said.
He held out a light crimson A-line dress made with thin fabric. To be honest, I did not care about what I wore. I just wanted to pass through the day without remaining naked.
"Alright," I said. "But I still don't understand why we have to go to the garden."
"Why? Can't a husband and a wife spend so ti together without any particular reason?" he said. He was not angry anymore as before and it seed like he did not yell at in the morning. It was as if the morning incident had not transpired at all.
"No, it's not that... I an, it's hot today."
"That's why we're going to sit under the willow tree," he said.
Again, everything I knew about Willow trees ca right into my mind. The thoughts were like bullets, coming too suddenly before I could figure anything out. There was no way of controlling the thoughts. It was simply impossible for . If I knew about sothing, my mind felt the necessity to let know in details. Sotis, my mouth would start rambling.
It was like they worked without my consent. Whether I liked it or not, it would happen nonetheless.
When I was young, if a teacher asked sothing, I would start rambling half the book. The kids would look at weirdly as if I had gone mad. The teachers would also be surprised.
When I was in the third grade, the teacher called my parents to et them. When they ca, they told them about my strange but extraordinary condition and expressed the necessity to go to a doctor or sothing since conditions like mine were not very normal and it could an sothing serious was wrong with my brain. But my parents just shrugged, saying I was weird since the beginning.
I never could go to the doctor about this matter, so I never truly knew if sothing was wrong with or not.
Was sothing wrong with ?
As the words flooded back in my head once more, I wondered again. Was I truly normal? Was soone else had this condition like mine? Was it so acute in their cases? Or was it just ?
I desperately wished it was not just . Why would I suffer only? Sure, it ca in handy sotis, but not often. Most of the tis, it was just a pain in the ass.
Like right now.
"What are you thinking about so intently?"
"Nothing, just my photographic mory kicked in," I muttered. "By the way, why is there a willow tree out of nowhere in the middle of the garden? I an, it's not sothing that's ant to be there, right? It's a royal palace. I had never heard of a willow tree to be in the middle of a garden, let alone a royal garden."
"Well, it's true that it's quite unusual for your world. But in the royal gardens of all five kingdoms, there is a willow tree in the middle."
"What?"
"Yeah, it's said that one of these trees possess the power to connect to the Moon Goddess."
"... Is it just a tale or is it a real deal?"
"I don't know. Actually, I couldn't care less. Who cares about Moon Goddess? She made weird rules for us that we got to follow like dogs. Why would I care about connecting to her? I want to do nothing with her."
'Well, wolves are a kind of dogs. But I better not say that...'
"So you don't like the Moon Goddess?"
"Of course, I don't. If I wasn't the Alpha, can you believe what could have happened? I would have another mate and had to live with her. So annoying! Fuck, I can't even think about it! Let's just forget it, okay?
The willow tree is good even though the maker is total scam," he grumbled. "I just want you," he added in a whisper. But I still heard it. The words hit as if my heart was hit with a truck. I should control myself, or I might die because of this excessive affection though I was greedy enough to want more.
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