Beast King'S Crippled Mate novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: Necessary Sacrifice

Swan didn't know if she was too heavy or not for her new husband, but she was uncomfortable and scared because this was the first time she got carried like this.

She mumbled, hoping the beast could hear her, "Y-Your Majesty, I can walk on my own. I just need my crutches…"

"You are too slow," the beast replied. "It's better this way."

"But my crutches…"

"I will tell my aides to retrieve them before we leave."

"Um… thank you, Your Majesty…" Swan muttered. She tried to stay quiet as she was afraid of angering her new husband. She had been told to keep quiet all the time because her voice sounded like sandpaper, unlike Aria, who had a beautiful voice akin to a robin bird singing in the morning.

Swan squinted her eyes when the sun hit her eyes. As she opened her eyes slowly, she saw rows of guards and servants lining up next to a carpet covered with flowers. There was a black carriage at the end of the flowery path, which Swan knew must've been owned by the beast since Holy Achate would never make something that wasn't bright-colored.

Though, that wasn't the most concerning part of this whole situation.

It was the whole rows of servants and guards bowing at them!

Swan knew these people were just trying to be polite to the monster who had killed their king. They feared for their life, knowing he single-handedly massacred a whole elite soldier platoon in the most mysterious manner possible.

At least, that was the gossip that Swan heard from the maids. So, it wasn't her whom they bowed to, but it still made her very uncomfortable.

It reminded her of the time Aria called the guards to surround her and beat her up as a punishment because Swan accidentally stepped on her new dress.

Swan struggled a little before whispering, "Your Majesty, I-I can walk by myself. I can—"

"Be good. We are almost out of this suffocating palace." The beast cut her off, tightening his arms around her body, and locked her in place.

Swan was forced to bury her head, closing her eyes, and waited until the beast entered the carriage and carefully put her on a cushioned seat.

The guard closed the door, and he joined her by sitting on the other seat in this small carriage.

Swan slowly opened her eyes, and she was faced with her new husband, who was blindfolded but seemed to be looking at the views from the window.

"You seem to be well-loved in the palace," the beast commented. "There are many guards deployed to bid their goodbye to you."

Swan clenched the old wedding dress that her late biological mother passed to her. She nodded, trying to suppress her emotion, "Yes, Your Majesty. I am grateful."

Truthfully, Swan knew well what kind of scheme her Queen Mother made here.

She wanted to show that Swan was just as important as Aria, the Golden Princess. So the beast wouldn't feel like he got a defective or worse version of the princess despite her being a cripple.

She wanted to fool the beast, and it seemed to be working.