I Got Married To A Cursed Wolf - Chapter 16
The sound of gravel hitting the wheels of the wagon sounded like a kettle overflowing with water. All my doubts faded over time, and now there was only one question left for me.
‘But are there any books there?’
I thought, drunkenly, as if in a dream.
‘If yes, how many?’
All I had left was a book. The book had everything I ever wanted. Neither human life, nor ambition, nor love, nor despair, nor distant seas, storms and lightnings.
There were also treasures and palaces and adventures. I was more curious about the book in the castle than the face of my husband.
‘Any other books which i have not read yet ?‘
step by step
There was the sound of someone knocking on the carriage door. When I opened the curtains, it was pitch black outside the window and raindrops were slanting diagonally to the side.
“We have arrived .” said the driver in a raincoat.
Beyond a few gates ,under the blue sun .
When we arrived in front of the castle, it was dark enough to not be able to take a single step without raising a lamp. The sky was full of dark clouds, and not even the moon, let alone the stars, could be seen.
I trembled with an unknown feeling.
By the way….
A week after arriving at the castle, I lay down on a huge bed in a thin pearlescent silk slip and thought.
No corsets or underwear to tighten, just a piece of silk and black velvet-like hair untied. I stared intently at the gigantic crystal chandelier that could hold three hundred candles in such a naked outfit.
‘You have to look at the sky to find the stars.’
I can’t see the sky
The bride arrived, but the groom did not appear.
‘What? Am I rejected?’
Isn’t marriage done to pass on the family name and wealth to a boy? If that’s the case, you’ll have to spend the night! However, it was really absurd to leave the bride so unattended without even holding a wedding ceremony.
The place where I will live is Iron Fortress, which is covered with moss and looks light green from a distance. As we got closer to the castle, the wolves howled.
I didn’t expect a generous hospitality, but isn’t there still such a thing as politeness? For those who live in a place like this, a wedding means hundreds of barrels of wine consumed for just a few days, the people filling the banquet hall, the 12-tier cakes and the creamy and toy-like macarons, the fluffy piles of sugar, and the stars shot up into the sky. setting firecrackers. it’s not like that
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