He Came For Me

Lisa climbed into the carriage beside Queen Beckam before it pulled out of the palace gates. The ride was quiet, and Lisa took the opportunity to get a proper glimpse of the city.

"See that building over there?" Beckam suddenly pointed at an old, abandoned cabin. "That's where Klaus once lived and trained before he became king," she added, and Lisa's brows furrowed.

"Why did he stay outside the palace? Weren't his parents king and queen back then?"

"They were," Beckam replied. "But his father was extremely strict. Klaus had to undergo the worst training imaginable. Back then, everything was about war."

"Back then?" Lisa echoed.

Beckam nodded as the carriage came to a halt in front of a massive field crowded with demons.

The guards helped them down, and silence fell over the crowd as all eyes turned toward Lisa. But she noticed the stares weren't exactly welcoming—no one seemed to care for her presence.

"Welcome, my queen," a woman approached Beckam with a polite smile, completely ignoring Lisa.

"This way..." she gestured for Beckam to follow. Beckam turned slightly, and Lisa fell in step behind her. They were led to a high podium reserved for the royal family to sit and watch the event.

But there were only two chairs. One was already occupied—by Maradona—and the other was clearly meant for Beckam.

"Where is the third seat?" Beckam asked mockingly.

The woman's gaze shifted to Lisa before she let out a soft snort. It was clear—they hadn't acknowledged Lisa as a queen, so they hadn't prepared a seat for her.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," the woman apologized. "But this section is reserved for queens."

Maradona chuckled, her eyes flicking between Beckam and Lisa.

"Don't blame the organizers," she said with a smirk. "They had no idea Klaus had taken a third bride. After all, there was no festival to mark the occasion."

Lisa clenched her fists. Klaus had said they were married—so why hadn't there been a festival for her?

"Get a third seat," Beckam ordered coldly. The woman nodded, clearly displeased, and walked off.

"You really think they don't know the king has a third bride?" Beckam chuckled. "These gossiping demons know everything—especially that the third bride is a wolf."

"True," Maradona scoffed. "They just don't care about his third bride then."

"Of course they don't," Lisa muttered. "They obey your every word, so you must've commanded them not to treat me like one of you."

Maradona frowned and abruptly stood, facing Lisa and now all eyes were on them.

"What did you just say?" she asked sharply.

Lisa didn't flinch. All eyes were locked on them.

"I said whatever you heard," Lisa replied, her tone calm but firm.

"Are you that desperate to be treated like a queen?" Maradona mocked.

Lisa laughed.

"I was queen of the largest werewolf pack in the world. And guess what? I was the only queen. I didn't have to share my husband."

Maradona's eyes flared red with anger, but before she could respond, Beckam pulled Lisa to stand behind her.

"We're here to watch the event," Beckam said coolly. "No need to rip each other's heads off."

Just then, the third chair was brought in and installed for Lisa. It was noticeably lower than the other two, but she didn't care.

Once seated, Beckam looked toward the opposite podium—the king's throne. It was almost always vacant. Klaus never showed up for public gatherings.

On the field, half-naked women performed an erotic dance that had the crowd cheering wildly.

"I used to be a dancer," Beckam said, and Lisa turned to her with curiosity.

Beckam chuckled. "I miss those days—dancing when I wanted. But now I'm married and can only dance for my husband."

"They all worshipped me for my killer body. I think even the king married me because of it," she added.

Lisa nodded slowly. Klaus was just a man, after all. It made sense that he'd be attracted to beautiful women.

"You were obsessed with being me," Maradona cut in, her voice cold. "You seduced him. Don't twist the story."

Beckam frowned. "You know there's no such thing as seducing the king. Stop lying."

"And you think he married you because you were a vixen?" Maradona sneered, still watching the performance.

"Klaus and I had issues. He was too proud to apologize, and his body was weakening. He needed intimacy—that's why he brought in another woman."

Beckam rolled her eyes. "So, did he also marry Lisa because you two had problems? Stop thinking so highly of yourself."

Lisa's gaze wandered to the king's podium.

"He's here," she whispered.

Everyone turned in surprise to see Klaus entering the event.

Guards surrounded him as he ascended the throne. His eyes were fixed on Lisa, who couldn't help but smile.

"He never shows up," Maradona muttered bitterly. She had begged him to attend events with her countless times—he never came.

Now that he was here, the dancers intensified their moves, swaying their hips toward him. Maradona rolled her eyes.

"Desperate bitches. They think he'll pick a bride," she muttered.

Suddenly, Beckam stood up.

"I want to dance," she said, not waiting for anyone's opinion. In a flash, she appeared on the field with the other dancers.

Lisa blinked in surprise.

"Is she allowed to dance publicly?" she asked Maradona, but Maradona stayed silent.

The king will be furious, Maradona thought.

Perfect.

Beckam moved her hips with grace, her eyes locked on Klaus. He didn't move—he just watched her, expression unreadable.

He knew his brides weren't supposed to perform in public. But Beckam had been a dancer before she became queen. Maybe she missed it. He had never once asked her to dance for him.

Then, unexpectedly, Klaus stood up and walked down the podium.

Beckam froze mid-dance, watching him nervously.

Is he angry? she wondered.

While everyone speculated his reaction, Lisa stood up and quickly followed him.

"Klaus!" she called, running toward him. "The event isn't over. Do you have important matters to attend to?"

"It's not that," he answered, turning to face her. "I was worried you might get bullied. I came to check on you."

Lisa's heart softened. "Was he really here just for me?"

"Now that I see you're fine, I'll take my leave," he added before walking away.

He mounted his horse, and his guards followed closely behind.

Lisa stood there, smiling like a fool. He came to check on me.

When she turned back, Beckam and Maradona were both watching her.