"I don’t know if I should be happy or not," Swan sighed. "They are still the only family I have. It feels wrong to do this..."
"And do you not think of me as a family?"
"T-that’s different!" Swan protested. "Y-you’re not a family to me. You are my husband!"
"Then, we will be a complete family once you have our cubs. Let’s make plenty, eleven? Twenty? Forty?" Gale chuckled. "We can fill the castle with only our cubs if you want to."
"I-I would die if I had to give birth to forty kids," Swan pouted, to which Gale only responded with a hearty laugh.
"I-I’m serious. I would die if I had to give birth to forty little you!" Swan said seriously. She didn’t know the difference in culture between the beastmen and humans. Gale might have a different expectation of what a female human could do. "M-most female humans can only give birth to three or four children. At least those are the numbers I know in Holy Achate. I’m sorry, Gale. I can’t give you forty..."
"What are you talking about? I’m just joking, Sweetheart," Gale said while chuckling. He gently pinched Swan’s cheeks which had been fuller and rosier as she spent more time in the castle, a sign that she had been eating well here. "I don’t care if you give me one, two, three, or even none. You are still my wife, and no one can change it."
Swan curled her lips as she tried to hide her happiness. She knew all they did right now was support each other’s delusion since there was no proof that Swan was Gale’s fated mate, at least not until she got pregnant with his child.
However, it was more than enough for Swan to be happy, because staying by her husband’s side was truly the best feeling she could ever get.
"You’re finally smiling," Gale teased. "You don’t need to hide your smile or laugh when we’re in the throne room. It doesn’t make you any less dignified as my wife or as the new Queen."
Swan had been holding herself back whenever she was outside of their room. She tried her best not to look like an idiot when she helped her husband to govern the kingdom. She didn’t want to be a shameful presence for him.
But Gale had always made it clear that she didn’t need to care for anyone’s opinion, as his opinion mattered the most in this castle.
Swan’s cheeks reddened as Gale kept teasing her, and she quickly hid her face in his strong chest to hide her embarrassment.
Gale’s smile deepened as he gently pressed the back of Swan’s head so she could bury her face deeper into his chest.
He had been holding himself after the coldest night. For some reason, his possessiveness over Swan grew every second, making him unsure if he could control himself.
Whenever Swan acted sweet like this, he wished that he could swallow her whole, making sure that Swan stayed by his side every single second.
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