Breeding Season - Chapter 62
She hadn’t expected it to be such a lively, hot, and noisy space, brimming with energy.
“Bring that knife over here!”
“Are the fish prepped?”
“They’re on the grill now!”
How beautiful it was, each person focused on their given role, doing their assigned work.
Siren was mesmerized, overwhelmed by the sight of what seemed like sparks flying through the air.
“Hey… isn’t that the one the king brought in?”
“Gasp. I-I think so?”
“The rumors are everywhere. The Wilkeron woman, blue eyes. And black hair. It has to be her… right?”
“Now that you mention it, didn’t Lord Eltan say… her name was Siren?”
People sneaked glances at her, whispering among themselves.
The sudden attention sent a cold sweat trickling down her back, but she managed to endure it…
Because of the warmth of Chris’s hand, tightly holding hers.
‘Yasamin acknowledges me. Yasamin is their king. So… so, it’s fine. I need to stand tall.’
Eltan had told her countless times: If she shrank back, it would only lower Yasamin’s dignity.
So she had to stand proud.
And if she couldn’t do it for herself, then at least she should do it for Yasamin’s sake.
At this point, it wasn’t about her own confidence—it was simply that she didn’t want to bring disgrace to Yasamin.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”
The once-clamorous kitchen fell into instant silence as Siren spoke.
“My name is Siren. I come from Wilkeron. There is much I do not know, but if you teach me, I will do my best to learn. I hope to get along well with you all.”
Not a single syllable of her words was false.
Her chest felt cold, and a dull ache spread through her stomach, but in the end, she finished speaking calmly.
After all, these people didn’t know about her scales.
To their eyes, Siren was nothing more than the ‘Princess of Wilkeron.’
There was no need for her to step back unnecessarily.
If they disliked her simply because she was Wilkeron…
“Ooooh…!”
“Amazing! A Wilkeron native speaking Southern!”
“I thought all Wilkeron people were ruthless and, well… that kind of lot… But she looks more delicate than I expected? I doubt she could even hold a cleaver with those thin arms.”
“I heard she formed a diet with the king! What kind of person is His Majesty? I’m curious!”
Siren staggered slightly under the flood of words directed at her.
Just then, a burly man with a massive frame let out a booming shout.
“Quiet, all of you! The princess is struggling!”
“Hup!”
“Now, now. I am the head chef. My name is Abtum. Please feel free to call me as you like. Would you like to take a seat for a moment?”
There was curiosity in their gazes, but no malice.
Because she was always quick to sense the hatred of others, she could tell.
This was nothing more than pure curiosity.
“Thank… you.”
“Please, have some of this as well. You’re so thin. They say Wilkeron is wealthy, but perhaps that’s not the case?”
That wasn’t it. It was just that people had food but wouldn’t eat it.
Siren took the warm camel’s milk offered to her and took a sip.
A gentle warmth spread through her stomach, filling her with quiet gratitude.
The yogurt she had eaten earlier must have also come from these people.
“I hear a supply wagon carrying food from Wilkeron is on its way now. Hopefully, they’ll avoid those infected creatures and bring them safely. Ha-ha!”
“……”
“Oh… Should I not have said that in front of the Wilkeron princess?”
Head Chef Abtum scratched the back of his head, but Siren quietly shook her head.
“I know that Wilkeron has offered no support. I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to help until now because of my lack of power. Wilkeron is abundant, so it’s only right to share what we have with the South.”
“Oh…? I didn’t expect you to think that way. Honestly, I thought you would resent the South tremendously.”
“No. I know what Wilkeron has done wrong. And I regret it.”
