Chapter 4: Fateful Night IV
"C-chaos!"
Eliana's voice was so exquisitely delicate that it seemed to pierce his heart with their profound and penetrating tenderness.
With a sudden jolt, he came to a halt in the very heart of the hallway, his throat constricting with a gulp.
He loathed to witness the glistening tears that threatened to spill from her delicate cheeks, yet Eliana sneaked out in this ungodly hour just to see him.
Thus, he was compelled to bear witness to the sorrow etched upon her exquisite countenance even though it was the last thing he'd ever want to lay his eyes on before leaving Zefhir.
The mellifluous melody of her graceful footsteps reverberated through the hallways.
He felt the warmth of her delicate arms lovingly circling his waist. "I can't let you leave without saying goodbye. P- please be careful in your mission." Eliana pressed her face on his back, soaking his collar with her tears.
His jaw clenched in response. This is exactly why he tried to leave the palace in secrecy. But unfortunately she discovered he was leaving. Perhaps heard it from her maidservant, and now he couldn't leave without saying his goodbye.
He had survived perilous missions before, but tonight's assignment was different. He had serious doubts about his chances of survival this time around. If he were to die tonight, he would rather not be reminded of her tears but rather of her radiant smile.
Eliana's sorrowful cries echoed through the hallway, causing his tender heart to shatter into innumerable fragments as he listened intently.
The realization that he had caused such sorrowful tears to flow from her eyes left him feeling utterly crestfallen, a sensation he had never before encountered even amidst the most grueling of battles.
Eliana is important to him, but his latest mission is also as important. It holds a significance that cannot be ignored. For it is the very mission that will grant him the long-awaited opportunity to come face to face with the perpetrator who took his beloved mother's life.
Finally, he shall have his chance to bring justice to her memory and avenge her untimely demise.
Furthermore, treading the path of the black witches of the west was perilous indeed. He could not bear the thought of leaving his valiant troops to face the enemy unaided.
As the heir to the throne of Zefhir, he was imbued with a deep sense of duty to guide and safeguard his people.
Black witches are powerful. He must admit their strength and might are truly remarkable.
The cunning traps laid by them had the power to swiftly obliterate the very existence of his troops. With his vast and profound understanding of traps and the dark arts, he shall lead his troops guiding light through the treacherous labyrinth of the black witches' lair, shielding them from the malevolent snares that lay in wait at every turn.
Chaos turned to Eliana, and he was confronted by her tear-stricken face. He mentally cursed himself for causing them.
Her amber eyes were filled with love for him.
Instantly, the sight melted his heart, and he wrapped his arms around her. She willingly curled into the warmth of his body.
The moment was bittersweet that words could not describe the swirling emotions deep within him.
His lips descended upon hers like a gentle summer breeze, caressing her cherry lips with a tender touch. He pressed her gently against the wall, his fingertips tracing a tantalizing path down her spine, eliciting sweet and melodious moans of pleasure from her lips.
His skilled finger caressed the curves of her derriere, causing her to emit a breathless gasp.
As her luscious lips parted, he daringly delved his tongue into the depths of her mouth, a brazen move that succeeded in extending the passionate kiss to new heights.
Her delicate arms embraced him with a fervent passion, as if she were holding onto the his very being.
The tumultuous emotions that were stirring within Chaos were becoming increasingly difficult to contain.
He was acutely aware that if he did not put a stop to this, he would be overcome with an insatiable desire to express his love for her in the most passionate of ways, right then and there in the hallway.
With a heavy heart, he reluctantly brought the passionate kiss to a close. He framed his lover's delicate face and stared deep into her eyes. "I love you, Eli. I will come back for you."
"I love you too, Chaos. I will wait for your return. Please don't make me wait long." She responded.
His lips descended on her flushed cheeks where he lay soft, feathery kisses where her tears had landed. "Yes, please do that, love. I will return as soon as I can."
In a final moment of pure bliss, he ensnared her eager lips with his own, and together they indulged in a lingering, fervent kiss that left them both gasping for air.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone