Swan was enjoying the banquet with the rest of the soldiers, who constantly showered her with praises and even bardic songs. It felt strange for Swan, who was still not used to getting too much attention, but she didn’t hate the feeling.
She just felt that she hadn’t done anything remarkable so far to be given such high praise.
"All the soldiers like you," Gale mentioned the obvious. "I think it’s fine to make you a queen sooner or later."
"A queen?" Swan held her breath as she turned her head towards her husband. She didn’t say anything more, but she gave Gale a look of surprise, as if what Gale said was just so ridiculous.
Gale chuckled, "What’s with your expression, Sweetheart? Do you think I would make another woman my queen, instead? That’s ridiculous. It’s either you or I shall be queen-less for the rest of my very, very long life."
"D-don’t say that. I’m just surprised, because... well... I’ve heard from the servants that the Queen in any beastman tradition is meant to bear the King’s child. I am yet to bear your cub. I don’t think I deserve to be a queen."
What Swan said was correct about the tradition.
Any beastmen tribe had the same tradition regarding marriage; the essence of mating was to produce offspring to continue their lineage. Therefore, a female could only be given the same power as her husband once she had birthed a healthy and strong child.
Swan had never asked Gale about her status, because she knew better not to demand something that was meant to be an old tradition.
She wanted to stay true to her promise and was content with her situation. She would still help Gale for the betterment of the kingdom, regardless if she became the queen or not.
’Besides, if Gale ever finds his fated mate, wouldn’t it be rude of me to snatch a position that should be hers in the first place?’ Swan thought.
However, Gale had a different idea in mind, "You’re right. In beastmen tradition, I can only make you queen once you have given me an offspring. But that’s not important to me. What’s important is you. As long as you are here by my side, I can make you queen whenever I want."
"But...What about the tradition?"
"I don’t care about the tradition," Gale replied as the smile on his face slowly disappeared. "I am above the law. I am the King of the Beasts. Do you think a mere old tradition can change my mind about you?"
Swan lowered her head and said nothing after that. Not because she agreed on his decision, but because she felt uneasy.
She didn’t want Gale to be seen as a tyrant. She wanted him to be seen as a majestic, powerful, yet wise and kind Beast King.
’I should talk to him more after this. It’s not right to break the rules only for me,’ Swan thought.
Gale knew Swan was unwilling to be his Queen because she hadn’t been pregnant yet, but he didn’t care.
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