There was a silence that filled inside the room with only the sound of crickets being heard from outside. The question I had asked was not easy to answer for Fang, and if I was in his place so determined and vengeful, I might not have answered the questions at all. Probably Fang would avoid it, as usual.

"The queen killed some precious people that were to me," Fang answered truthfully, and that was enough for me. I did not try to pester when he wasn't ready to talk about it. That way, I won't be involving myself too much in Fang. The distance was there, it was a good this. Fang continued, "I don't know if you are aware but, I have heard from an unreliable source that she was the one who had planned and plotted the execution of all the Warchilds three years ago."

There was something that did not fit here. No wonder Fang said it was from an unreliable source.

As far as the talks went by, it was the previous king and that would be my grandfather who should have issued that order, though I won't be surprised if my mother was involved.

"What's that, my grandfather's orders?" I asked, staring in the front, and I could see Fang's veins prominently on his forearm with the corner of my eyes.

Fang hummed in agreement and it was still tough to get used to him being this close. "Ya apparently the current queen was your grandfather's favourite, and he wanted to marry her to the current king, while the king did not want it because he had someone else in his eyes. I mean, he is the second son. Why would he even care for a political marriage when his older brother would have got the throne?"

I turned on my back immediately to face Fang, "wait what! My father had an older brother?" I asked in shock when Fang nodded in approval. My brows creased, so where is his older brother?"

Fang knew too much, and it was something that did not even reach my ears as a rumour.

I could have been the branch royal family's daughter if my father's older brother was still here. When I realised my face was too close to Fang's and he stared at me as if I was the most precious thing in his world, I turned to face the ceiling, eyes fixated on the rotation of the fan.

"secrets that no one knows," Fang answered, "plus this comes from a very unreliable source of mine, so I won't ponder on it too much."

How can I not ponder when there were so many mysteries to serve to me on a platter? My curiosity always hit peaks with such matter and I doubt I had whosoever this uncle of mine done anything that pleased the previous king. It was like the older son's traces were clean wiped from the public. Somewhere a thought passed by in my mind, whether was it that older son who had saved all the Warchilds. It was a stranger who had run away with all the kids and kept us safe near the Goddess Luna's tree.

While I was thinking and had almost forgotten Fang was still here cuddling, he raised his head to give me yet another kiss on my cheeks and I turned to my side quickly.

My hands went back to cover my cheek, and I turned in his arms again to face my back to him.

He was being too audacious with me again. Even though he had not hugged me as before, like I was some soft toy to him, he still held me by my waist so I could not move away. Fang was not doing anything wrong with me but cuddling, but that was still a big no if he was going to plant such kisses on my skin. The awkwardness in his touch had faded away, and it felt strange for feeling this comfortable in such intimate touch of another man.

Maybe it was Fang who wasn't teasing or playing around that made everything comfortable.

I wasn't supposed to feel this way. "Fang, you should revoke the mark. I really have no intentions to stay back or be by your side," my voice held an aloofness in it when I said those words.

I could still simply marry the man I was betrothed to, as he wasn't a werewolf. Somewhere I had thought I was being married in a human empire or maybe into a witch's land to some sorcerer. The last thing I had expected was it to be a vampire, especially knowing they were our sworn enemies. But I didn't feel surprised anymore, as my mother was cruel to begin with. What kindness was I even expecting?

"I don't want to," Fang said scornfully. Maybe what I thought was not up to his taste that had him give such a negative reaction this fast.

"Fang," I almost yelled in concern. "Aren't you scared about my mother finding out the mark?" This was a big concern for him, even if it was not for him. I had to take care of hiding this stupid, full moon tattoo on the crook of my neck. Fang shrugged nonchalantly, and I felt it against my back. I did not turn this time just to be kissed by him again. "She will forcefully get it removed," I added.

"And?" Fang asked passively. This man truly did not care, and I knew he was very well aware of the consequences of getting the mark removed forcefully. Channing faced it even though it was his own choice, and Fang did not bother with the consequences.

"You might lose your wolf or maybe both of us could lose the ability to mark anyone else ever in our lifetime," I warned.

Even without telling him he knew, he had seen the world better than me. He already knew what was lay ahead. He was right there when it had happened with Channing.

"I don't care," Fang retaliated. It was more like me having Channing on my head had pissed him off more. His hand around my waist pushed me closer to him greedily, as if he did not want to share even a single bit of me with anyone. His lips spoke near my ear sternly, "werewolf or not, I am making you mine."

What a ridiculous idea that was. Losing someone's wolf was like losing a part of one's soul.

Fang really was an ambitious man, but what was his obsession with me? There was nothing I had other than being his soulmate. I had seen the kind of girls that swooned around him, and the moment I had seen Sylvie in his tent, I could easily tell the difference between her and me. Of course, the biggest difference would be I was the princess, but I hardly had those privileges and it wasn't even like he would get the throne if he married me. It was bound to go to my brother.

For Fang, there was nothing he would gain. It was like he was calling in more trouble for himself, choosing me over the others.