Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 570: What If Ronan Had A Daughter....

Arielle looked at them while smiling. Tania started to tell Irene about a princess who was always mistreated by her two stepsisters. It was one of the fairy tales that Arielle liked when she was a child. Seeing Tania telling a story to Irene reminded Arielle of her old self.

The girl then left Irene’s room and headed for the library room where Ronan was waiting alone with a book in his hand.

"Irene is asleep?"

"Yes. Tania is telling her a fairy tale about a royal princess," Arielle replied, then took off her coat.

Ronan put down the book he was reading then held out his hand, asking his wife to come closer. He pulled Arielle to sit on his lap.

"Ronan?" called Arielle softly.

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"What do you think of Irene?"

"My opinion of Irene?" Hm... I don’t know. It’s still the first day I met her."

"How about your first impression of her?"

"At first, she reminds me of you. But, Irene is far too timid and afraid to voice her mind."

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Arielle put her arm around Ronan’s neck and rested her head on the man’s shoulder. She looked carefully at every black thread on the shell of Abigail’s eggs.

"What’s wrong? It’s very rare for you to hug me first," said Ronan, who hugged his wife back.

Arielle didn’t feel that way. She often hugged Ronan first. However, she didn’t answer and just stared at the three eggs for a long time.

Just this morning, Arielle saw Abigail returned to the land. Besides, she wouldn’t be able to go back to Birwick to simply exchange greetings with Otis. The image of the beauty of Birwick’s Forest began to linger in her head. Arielle missed it, especially the small flower field in the middle of the forest where the souls of Princess Cecil and Amadea were left behind just to meet her.

"Ronan?" called Arielle softly.

"Yeah?’

Arielle let go of her embrace and looked at the man gently, making Ronan’s heart beat fast. His eyes then looked at the radiance of the blue color in his wife’s irises. Arielle smiled sweetly while touching the side of Ronan’s face, which had a scar from his late mother.

"One more week is my coronation day, right?" Arielle asked .

Ronan nodded, still hypnotized by the beautiful color in Arielle’s eyes.

"Is..." Arielle seemed hesitant to say it.

Ronan, who was sensitive to the change in his wife’s expression, knew that Arielle would ask him something, but the girl held it in. He then pulled his wife’s face to get closer.

"Just say it.... I’ll give it to you," Ronan said with a faint smile on his face. He wanted Arielle to ask him freely without worrying about anything.

Arielle played her fingers on Ronan’s chest while thinking about something. She ... suddenly wanted to see the sea. For some reason, since Lazarus said that the sea was as beautiful as the sky, it made her want to see it just once.

Arielle knew what the sea was. She often listened to the stories of some of the sailors in Nieverdell. Arielle even memorized the song! However, she had not had the chance to see the sea or board on a big ship.

To just see the lake or ride a canoe to cross the river, Arielle had done it, but to see the sea and also board on a ship, she had never done it before.

"Um... about the sea. Are they really as wide as the sky as Lazarus said?" Arielle asked shyly.

Ronan smiled. He knew what his wife wanted in just one sentence of her question. Ronan also saw himself how enthusiastic Arielle was when Lazarus offered to take her to see the sea with Irene.

It looked like after the coronation later, Ronan had to arrange his schedule again to accompany Arielle to see the sea.

Ah... Ronan remembered something. A broad smile was etched because he knew what he had to do now.

"If you’re curious... how about in two weeks we go see the sea?" Ronan asked, making Arielle’s eyes sparkle with excitement.

"Is that true?" asked Arielle again.

"Yeah, with Irene and Lazarus."

Arielle cupped Ronan’s face and gave him a long kiss on the cheek. She didn’t forget to kiss the man’s forehead, eyebrows, nose, and lips as a form of gratitude.

"Thank you! I’ll be looking forward to it!’

Ronan smiled, feeling overwhelmed by all the kisses Arielle gave him. He saw the girl who was laughing excitedly. Seeing Arielle full of joy like this made Ronan’s day felt much better. He wanted all day to always be like this.

Ronan fixed Arielle’s hair, which was much shorter now, and ran his fingers over the girl’s nape.

"It seems I also have to go back to studying again. I have wasted a lot of time, and one week before the coronation is a very short time."

"Don’t be in a hurry. You can still learn after you become my queen."

Arielle thought for a moment. "Is that true? Can I have free time? Um... one month isn’t a short time, but I’m probably starting to forget a lot of things," she said, making Ronan chuckle.

"Of course, you can have some free time. Don’t overburden yourself with difficult things. I will help you."

Arielle smiled at her husband’s attention, but that wasn’t what she wanted. Arielle then shook her head, making Ronan frown.

"When I say I accept your proposal to be your wife, it means I want to help you too. Really, I thank you for your help so far, but I also want to lighten your burden. Isn’t it our vow to be with each other under any circumstances?"

Ronan nodded and felt his wife’s body lean against him. His hands tightly held Arielle’s body, which was on his lap. He occasionally kissed the girl’s forehead.

Ronan was already satisfied with this. If he wasn’t a king, maybe Ronan would ask Arielle to live in a remote village peacefully, enjoying the day together without any responsibilities and royal duties, and having this kind of peace and serenity like this while watching their children grow up.

Ronan wanted to see his son grow up to be a manly man and his daughters grow up to be beautiful like Arielle.