Chương 36: CLOSER
Vreihya's P.O.V
I felt how chilly it is right now. I despise sleeping in a cold room. Is the child okay, by the way? Are his wounds healed? Am I still alive? Did I handle it all? I'm not sure why I felt tears stream from my closed eyes. I sensed the cold as it flowed because of the frigid temperature. Did I do enough to atone for my cruelty towards him?
Am I a horrible princess for injuring an innocent child? Can Mino forgive me? My thoughts caused me to sob uncontrollably. Is it true that I'm a bad princess? Is the kid going to forgive me because I know he is now terrified of me? My thoughts are consumed by the little wolf's blue and mournful eyes.
"I am so... sorry; please forgive me!" I wailed as my tears fell quicker and I began to embrace myself due to the cold. "Vreihya?" I heard a concerned voice over my head that was on top of a soft pillow. Why does his voice seem so gentle? Shouldn't he avoid talking to me because he despises me?
"I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed weakly, a little sob departing my lips. Because I was conscious of his soft touch on my cheek, it appeared to fondle my heart. Isn't he enraged? I've done something cruel.
My tears flowed once more as a result of his gentle touch. I'm not sure why I felt protected with that delicate touch. When I felt him draw my waist closer to his body, I cried even harder. My forehead settled on his manly chest, and his chin rested on my head. I couldn't stop crying because I appeared to recall the anguish and suffering I had previously suffered.
I violently grabbed his cloth and began crying even harder. Despite the fact that I had been resurrected, I was fatigued. My initial fear was no joking matter. I was frightened that if I couldn't bear it, I would abandon my mother and uncle, but I was also afraid that I would leave him. I was terrified by the pain I was experiencing. I can't just abandon them.
"I... am... sorry," I murmured again to him, as his embrace tightened and his body moved closer to mine. He softly caressed my back, much like my mother used to do when I was crying like a child in front of her. He also seemed to be stroking me to see if I still had a wound. I'm not sure why, but the sensation of his hand against my skin made me feel like I was a fragile thing that he was eager to defend.
"Just cry your eyes out, I know you've been through a lot," he murmured softly and tenderly to me, and I slowly nodded. He's entirely right! I'm exhausted to the core. I don't want to go through that type of pain and worry of dying and leaving them behind.
His hands moved swiftly into my hair, which he tenderly stroked up and down. When another wimp tried to escape, I bit my lower lip firmly. "What you did is very noble, Vreihya; even I couldn't do that," he replied quietly, which was like music to my ears. Can he constantly speak to me in this manner? I adore how his voice seems to captivate me.
"You're not mad anymore?" I whispered anxiously as my tears flowed once more. "Open your eyes," he said quickly, and I followed him. He took his chin off my head so I could look at him. My semi-blurry vision picked up on his handsome face.
The gloomy light from the lamps and candles used as torches enhances his stunning features. Why does everything compliment his aesthetic? He's still as handsome as he was when I saw him staring at the Goddess's light.
"I cut my wrist too many times so that you could drink my blood," he explained as he showed me his bandaged wrist with blood stains. I'm not sure why I caressed the wrap on his wrist so quickly.
"Why would you do that?" I inquired, surprised. As I waited for an answer, I softly caught his gaze. He stopped for a minute, as though pondering an answer. "I know your mother and uncle will kill me if I bring you home as a cold corpse," he said flatly. I bit my lower lip immediately because his response made me upset.
Am I expecting a different response from him? I turned away from him right away. "Good!" I say coldly to him. I appear to be blaming myself for anticipating a different answer from him. "How is he?" I'll shift the subject so that whatever I shouldn't be feeling is deflected from my head.
"He is entirely recovered; he just needs to rest his tiny body," he remarked as I followed him when he looked at my side, and I saw the little boy sleeping peacefully, but his position was far away from us. I smiled with relief because I saw that the wounds on his face had healed, but the rest of his body was hidden by a thick sheet.
"He's a gorgeous little boy," I said to the man who was staring at me. I'm not sure why, but his gazes are starting to make my heart race again. Is it possible that I'm becoming accustomed with the idea of him staring at me while our bodies are so close?
"You know he needs parents," he said as I continued to stare at the sleeping child. He's an adorable little boy. "Your sacrifices are mother material," I said, shifting my focus to him since I seemed to comprehend what he was saying. "What do you mean?" I asked, shocked, but he simply smirked.
He is in the midst of chuckling when a frigid wind entered and pass by, prompting me to embrace his warm body even closer. He abruptly stopped chuckling and glanced at me, "Sorry about your dress," he muttered, making my brow furrow. What does he mean?
I quickly stared at my body, and my eyes opened because I was dressed differently. I'm not sure why I looked in the direction of the table and saw my thin white garments covered in blood. "I know you don't want anyone seeing your body, but I have no choice," he said softly to me.
"You're kidding, right?" I inquired uneasily, because the last time this happened, he was just deceiving me into thinking he saw everything because my mother was the one who changed my clothes. But my cheek was burning because he was staring at me intently. "I can't let you sleep in that bloody dress, Vreihya," he stated, and I immediately hugged myself in shame.
"Don't worry! I didn't do anything wrong to you. I really need to change your clothes. Please don't be furious," he said softly, but I was taken aback. Is this an exceptional case? Aren't his motives good? As I just stared at him, it appears like my brain was slowly processing what reaction I should have.
I simply inhaled deeply. I just have to expect that I will have a lot of experiences with Mino. Whether I like it or not, I will go through all of my "first time" experiences with him. When his glance turned concerned, I appeared even more perplexed.
"You have no idea how afraid I was when you fell unconscious in my arms," he whispered softly, his worried eyes piercing right through my soul. "Don't do anything that will harm you," he continued solemnly, his voice progressively made my heart beat faster. Perhaps he's saying this because he doesn't want to enrage my mother and uncle with my untimely death. That's all, isn't it?
"Don't make me worried sick again Vreihya," he sounded like he was begging me. I immediately felt deaf because my heart seemed to be beating because of his words but I diverted my gaze from him. "Of course so mother and uncle won't kill you," I flatly whispered to him as I started to move my body away from him.
My eyes widened as I was about to turn my back because he abruptly halted me. My back was completely supported by the thin mattress atop the hardwood bed. He placed both of his palms on my opposite side, as if he were on top of me, but without going too close to my body. The way his eyes glanced at me made my heart race even faster.
"Mi... Mino?" I struggled to call him, but he remained in his position, staring at me that is slowly drowning me. I was even more taken aback when he took my left hand and softly placed it on his chest. I was even more taken aback when I felt his chest thumping like mine.
When he suddenly lowered his head and his lips brushed mine, I was surprised and my eyes widened. Despite the coldness of the severe weather... his lips and body brushing against mine are enough to make me feel the heat.
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