Chapter 475
"I must apologize for my delayed congratulations on your newborn child," Wulv said, his deep voice carrying a formal, almost solemn weight.
Yuki, ever composed, resisted the urge to roll her eyes. As if he hadn’t known the moment my son drew his first breath. The werewolf king was not one to be out of touch with such matters, yet he played this game of diplomacy with the practiced ease of a seasoned ruler.
A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she flicked her fan open with a graceful motion. "Oh? Your Grace must have a great many concerns occupying his mind. There is no need to trouble yourself over such trivial pleasantries," she said, her voice laced with polite indifference.
Wulv responded with a scoff of feigned offense, his lips curling into a smirk. "Nonsense," he said. "Such an occasion is anything but trivial. The birth of a prince is a momentous event, one deserving of proper recognition. I will have my people prepare a fitting gift."
Yuki’s brow arched ever so slightly, though she concealed her intrigue behind the delicate veil of her fan. A gift? The werewolf king was not one to offer simple tokens. There was always intent behind his actions, and she wondered just what meaning he sought to weave into this gesture.
She let out a measured hum, lowering her fan just enough to reveal the faintest trace of a smile. "I am sure the young prince will be most pleased with Your Grace’s generosity," she said smoothly, feigning reluctant acceptance.
The air between them remained poised on the edge of unspoken meaning—both monarchs aware that, in their world, gifts were never just gifts, and words were never just words.
Yuki’s fan paused mid-motion, her sharp eyes studying Wulv with quiet calculation. The casual way he spoke belied the significance of his words. A meeting between our heirs? It was not a simple request—it was a move, one she had to consider carefully.
She let the silence stretch just long enough to make Wulv wonder before responding, her voice as smooth as ever. "My son is still young," she said, tapping her fan lightly against her palm. "Yet, if Your Grace wishes for them to meet, I see no harm in it."
Wulv’s lips curled into something between a smirk and a knowing smile. "Good. I believe it will be beneficial for them both."
Yuki did not respond immediately. Instead, she tilted her head ever so slightly, her fan concealing half of her face as she observed him. Beneficial, is it? The werewolf king was rarely so direct—there was a reason he wanted their children to meet, and she intended to find out exactly what it was.