Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: The Golden Cage

The silence in the Prince’s chamber was heavy, but it wasn’t the silence of the deep ocean anymore. It was the stunned silence of two people who had just found a lifeboat in the middle of a hurricane.

"The only reason you would know that distinction," Caspian said, his voice losing its melodic, royal cadence and sounding startlingly human, "is if you are a transmigrator. From Earth."

"And the only reason a Merman King would correct me about Manhattan Chowder," Primrose countered, her hands trembling, "is if he isn’t really a fish."

They stared at each other. The bioluminescent light of the room seemed to fade, leaving only the two souls from another world floating in the dark.

"Seoul," Primrose whispered, testing the waters. "2025."

Caspian closed his eyes, a look of profound pain and relief washing over his features. "Gangnam District. 2025. I was an architect."

Primrose let out a laugh—a loud, bubbly sound that echoed in the chamber, startling the sleeping Prince for a moment. "Oh my god! I thought I was alone! I thought I was the only one stuck in this crazy place!"

She grabbed Caspian’s hand with both of hers, shaking it frantically. Her amber eyes, usually so guarded in front of the Warlords, were shining with pure, unadulterated excitement.

"I was a Chef!" she babbled, the words spilling out in a mix of the Common Tongue and their native Korean. "I worked at that fusion place near the river! I died of overwork. Literally dropped dead on the pass during the dinner rush. I woke up here in the body of a failed Fox-kin with no tail."

Caspian froze.

The fusion place near the river.

He looked at her—really looked at her. He stripped away the fox ears, the amber eyes, and the fantasy dress. He looked for the soul beneath.

He remembered.

He remembered the restaurant he used to go to alone after long nights at the firm. He remembered the open kitchen. He remembered the woman with the fierce eyes and the tired smile who commanded the line like a general. He had never spoken to her—he was too shy, too exhausted, and always felt like he was watching a star from a distance. But her food was the only thing that felt like home.

It’s her, Caspian realized, his hearts hammering a frantic rhythm. The Chef. She is here.

But she didn’t know him. To her, he was just a stranger from the same city. And he couldn’t tell her. Not yet. Not while he looked like... this.

"I..." Caspian cleared his throat, pushing down the tidal wave of emotion. "I died in my sleep. Heart failure. Stress. I woke up as a clutch of eggs in this palace."

He looked at his massive, shimmering tail.

"That was twenty-five years ago," he whispered. "I have been this... creature... for a quarter of a century."

Primrose’s smile faltered. She did the math. "Twenty-five years? But... I only got here four or five months ago."

"Time dilation," Caspian reasoned, the modern logic sounding strange coming from a fantasy creature. "Or perhaps we arrived at different points on the timeline. I spent two decades thinking Earth was a fever dream. Until I heard you humming."

Primrose looked at him with pity. He looked so tired. He wasn’t just an ancient King; he was a man who had been isolated for decades, surrounded by monsters he couldn’t relate to.

"Well, you’re not dreaming," she said firmly. "And you’re not alone anymore. But... wait."

Her "Gamer Brain" kicked in. She looked him up and down.

"If you’re from 2025... did you play the game?" she asked excitedly. "Is that how you knew where to find the ingredients? Or did you just figure it out?"

Caspian frowned, his fin twitching in confusion. "The game? What game?"

Primrose froze. "You don’t know? The world we’re in? It’s an Otome game called Beastly B.A.D.S."

Caspian stared at her blankly. "Beastly... Bads?"

"Yes! It’s a romance strategy game!" Primrose waved her hands, explaining frantically. "I’m the Heroine of the ’Hard Mode’ route—Primrose the Fox. But there are others. Princess Leonora is the ’Easy Mode’ heroine. Luna the Merchant’s Daughter is ’Normal Mode’."

Caspian went very, very still.

"And me?" he asked slowly. "Who am I?"

Primrose bit her lip. She looked at his terrifying aura, his power, and his tragic backstory.

"You’re the Final Boss," she admitted softly. "In every route. You’re the ’Hidden King of the Deep’. You’re the hardest capture target in the entire game because you hate everyone."

Caspian rubbed his temples, a gesture so human it looked jarring on a merman.

"So," he said slowly, his voice dripping with existential horror. "I have spent twenty-five years suffering, navigating aquatic politics, fighting wars, and watching my son die... inside a dating simulator?"

"Yeah," Primrose winced.

"And I am the ’Final Boss’?"

"The unbeatable one," she nodded. "Most players just quit when they get to your level because you usually drown them."

Caspian laughed. It was a bitter, sharp sound. "It is a cosmic joke. I have lived a quarter of a century as a glitch in a romance game."

He floated backward, sinking onto a stone bench. He looked devastated. All his pain, all his struggle—it was just code?

Primrose swam over to him. She hesitated, then placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey," she said softly. "It might be a game, but we’re real. The soup is real. Orion is real."

At the mention of his son, Caspian looked up. He looked at the sleeping boy, whose cheeks were finally pink with warmth.

"Yes," Caspian whispered. "He is real." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

He turned his gaze back to Primrose. His teal eyes softened, losing the last of their predatory edge. He noticed how she was holding her chest, taking shallow, careful breaths.

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