Book 15.5: Chapter 2
Her wound was quite painful, but not unbearable. The White Deer King’s injury was bandaged and medicine had been applied. While she was at it, the White Deer King also had a few mouthfuls of the grape wine reserved specially for the royal family. As a result, the White Deer King grew sleepy and fell asleep in peace. According to the veterinarian, the White Deer King’s wound needed at least one week to recover, so I had to ride a horse if I wanted to leave during the week.
It wasn’t good news to the White Deer King. While she was somewhat glad, she was also somewhat anxious. She looked forward to the chance of the idiot coming to visit her after she healed. Otherwise, he’d forget her for good.
His story was spread throughout the continent. The people around him had appeared before, but the White Deer King had never appeared. She didn’t care, since she didn’t understand them anyway. That wasn’t what bothered, nonetheless. She was irate over the fact Troy partnered up with her, yet treated her the same way he treated a horse and even went as far as to flaunt his love on her back. He never considered her feelings.
The White Deer King really liked going out alone with Troy. She immensely enjoyed taking him around with just the two of them. They could stroll around the forests unfettered, breathe in her favourite scent of green grass and had his warmth on her back. At night, he’d caress her neck and whisper something to her. The White Deer King might not have understood him, but she could understand his kind intent. Then, the two of them would lean on each other and sleep.
“That’s called partnership and cooperation. Its only at such times does he treat me as a unique existence, instead of a normal horse,” griped the White Deer King.
From the perspective of the White Deer King, he wasn’t her master but her partner. He helped her race, so she stayed by his side. He might be oblivious to the fact; however, she had always watched over him. The White Deer King was unsure why, but she hated Troy treating her as a regular steed.
She wished the idiot could spare her more attention. At the very least, not treat her as a steed. He knew that she was an intelligent creature and no different to humans, with the only difference being that she was unable to speak. But nevertheless, not being able to speak didn’t equal not having feelings or individual thoughts. She also desired to be understood. However, the idiot didn’t seem to sense her feelings and thoughts.
The White Deer King was aware that nothing could happen between herself and the elf, since she was a deer. Still, she deserved to be respected, at the very least, right? At the very least, he shouldn’t be flirting with women on her back. The White Deer King had feelings. She knew jealousy and frustration. The White Deer King wanted him to understand her.
“White Deer King?”