Chapter 156
By morning I still can’t properly move. I can wiggle my fingers and toes and flail my limbs a bit, but no fine control of any sort is possible.
Karl can obviously feel my frustration through the Mate Bond and laughs before kissing my forehead. "Is it wrong that you look cute like this? All cuddly instead of constantly on the go?"
Karl sits up in bed, stretching to return blood flow to the arm I was sleeping on before Patting my head and smiling.
"We should get you ready to face the day. You might not be able to answer questions yet, but Song’s artifact says that the tribulation is like being reborn. Your body underwent a fundamental change, so you’ll need to eat a lot and get used to the changes."
Karl starts brushing and braiding my hair, so I focus on circulating healing energy through my body, trying to get mobile again as quickly as possible. The energy feels different today. More raw and primal. It reminds me a bit of the Lycan King, but without the overwhelming sense of authority and dominance.
The Lycan King is an original Lycan, an immortal created by the Moon Goddess herself, and legend says that divinity passes down through his blood, making his offspring far more powerful than other Lycans and cementing their place as Royalty. The Tribulation seems to have done something similar, embedded a hint of divinity into my every cell, like an inherited bloodline, not an individual gift like the Death God’s blessing. I should ask Elder Song about that later, when I can speak.
"What are you thinking about? I can sense your amusement, switching to confusion, to deep thought." Karl asks as he finishes with my hair.
[The Lycan King and the Royals. He was remade into a Lycan by the Moon Goddesses Divine Power]
"One Princess bib and it goes straight to your head." Karl laughs tickling my sides. "Arms up, let’s get you changed."
His hands sliding up my side feel too good to even point out that I can dress myself with the Priestess garb. Instead I just close my eyes and savor the moment, letting him help me into a dress of some sort.
Karl picks me up to go to breakfast and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. He’s dressed me in a baby blue princess dress with matching ribbons braided into my hair.