Beast King'S Crippled Mate novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Chapter 4: Gale

"Gale…" Swan repeated that name. Then, she got flustered all of a sudden and apologized, "P-pardon me, Your Majesty. I shouldn't have addressed you without a title. I-I will call you Master Gale from now on."

"Just Gale. I'm not your Master, and you are not a servant for me," Gale said. But that still didn't stop Swan from worrying.

She had been conditioned to doubt everything that people said to her. Whenever she was given instructions, especially by Aria or Queen Mother, they would purposely make it tricky or confusing, so she would mess up and give them a chance to punish her under the late king's watchful eyes.

She doubted the beast would be so kind to her.

"Pardon me, Master Gale. I-I don't think I can—"

"Don't make me repeat myself. Call me Gale."

"M-master—"

"Gale! Are you deaf?!"

Swan had a mini heart attack when Gale snapped at her. She turned pale instantly, and her eyes were on the verge of tears.

She quickly lowered her head again and apologized, "P-pardon me, Gale."

The beast king scoffed, "It'd take two hours to enter my territory, so sit tight. I don't want to listen to a delicate princess complaining about being bored."

"I-I won't…" Swan replied. She heard from the cook that Holy Achate and the beastmen's kingdom were not that far, which was also one of the reasons why her late father, King Tyrion, invaded the beastmen's territory.

Gale turned his head and ignored her entirely after that.

The atmosphere turned tense after that. Swan dared not to lift her head, let alone start a conversation to break the ice between them. She was terrified that she'd anger him even more.

Meanwhile, Gale didn't even spare a glance at her. He simply crossed his arms and then became unresponsive after that.

Swan guessed that Gale was sleeping, but he still looked strong and aware despite seeming unresponsive. It reminded her of the guards who often slept on their duty but would wake up as soon as they heard a step coming their way.

Swan didn't want to disturb his slumber, so she simply turned her attention to the meadow on the left side of the road.

This was the first time she saw such a beautiful meadow with a view of a mountain at the end of it. She had seen it in paintings inside the palace but had never seen one in real life.

She wondered if the meadow smelled exactly like how she imagined it to be, fresh like linen that had just been washed and dried. It was the freshest thing she could imagine while being stuck in the palace.