Chapter 80 Light as a Feather
Ophelia watched as Princess Elena departed. Her steps were light as a feather, her shoulder blades thin enough to reveal bones that looked like butterfly wings, and her neck was slender. Princess Elena watched with the grace that none in the world could muster. When Princess Elena turned the corner, vampire servants emerged to accompany her. That is, until she stopped at the sight of a tall man approaching her.
Ophelia's throat tightened when she saw Princess Elena's beautiful eyes narrowing upon Killorn's presence. She paused, expecting him to do something, but Killorn simply shot her a frightening glower. She opened her mouth to say something, but Killorn was already storming past her, showing no courtesy whatsoever.
Ophelia's heart skipped in fear. Did something happen between the two of them? How did they know each other? She tightened her grip on her shawl, feeling a wave of anxiety cloud her mind. Her brain began to buzz with stress as she contemplated all the methods possible.
"Ophelia."
Ophelia was skittish. She jumped and nearly tripped on her footing, for she had been lost in thought. She exhaled and craned her head to look up at her handsome husband. The mansion's shadow loomed over Killorn, covering his dangerous eyes that seemed to glow unnaturally amidst the darkness. His sharp features were twisted into a disapproving scowl, his chiseled jaw straight as the sword on his waist.
"W-where were you this m-morning?" Ophelia blurted out.
"What?"
"Y-you left me in bed again," Ophelia confessed, glancing at her feet in dismay. She tried to control her expressions, but all of her feelings came out around him. "A-after I told you t-that I-I didn't like it."
"I have early meetings and you tend to sleep later," Killorn explained in a rational tone. "Did you want me to wait for you?"
Ophelia's thoughts disappeared. She suddenly couldn't think properly and could only bow her head in defeat. He was right. How selfish of her to want such a thing. She was a late riser and dared to delay his duties just because she wanted to see him?
"I'm s-sorry…"
"Don't be." Killorn caressed her face, causing her shoulders to rise with anticipation. He snaked his arms around the curve of her waist, pulling her into the shade and away from the light. "I didn't know it bothered you to this extent. When I leave early in the mornings, it means nothing, Ophelia. Don't overthink it." Killorn's grip tightened around her body, for she was still unable to look at him. "Alright?"
"O-okay…"
"Good, now let's get this stupid flower out of your bun." Ophelia's heart fell. Did she look like an idiot? She felt her confidence crumble even more, at least, whatever was left of it. She closed her eyes as he crushed the flowers between his fingertips and let out a scoff. She flinched when he stomped on it, his boots squashing the petals and pebbles beneath it.
"What were you doing with Elena?" Killorn asked, an edge to his question.
"S-she was taking me around the g-gardens… I-I heard from Everest that this was your mother's favorite," Ophelia shamefully confessed in a dimming tone.
Killorn was pleasantly surprised that she mentioned Everest this readily. It seemed she didn't want to make their meetings a secret. That was good. Killorn knew he could trust his wife, it was just he couldn't trust the people around her. He let out a sigh and nodded.
"If you want to know something about my mother, you come to me. You got it?"
"Y-yes…"
Killorn narrowed his eyes at her voice. She appeared ashamed, her lashes trained to the floor. Without warning, he curled a finger under her chin and forced her to look up. His chest tightened as a knife plunged into his heart. He was hurt by her expression, resembling that of a wronged maiden.
"What's wrong, my sweet?" Killorn murmured, bending his head to hear her properly. He gazed deep into the purple pool of her eyes, for it drew him in.
"A-am I a burden to you?" Ophelia asked, grabbing his upperarms to stay closer to him. Killorn was dressed in formal attire that hugged his entire body, making him even suaver. His suit collar was rimmed with silver threads and shoulder pads with tassels hanging off it majestically. When she gripped him, she felt the softness of the velvet under her fingers.
"Never," Killorn responded in a heartbeat. "You are the reason why I work this hard in the first place, Ophelia. You're my motivation."
Ophelia slowly blinked. "B-but…"
"I do all of this for you, Ophelia," Killorn murmured to her patiently. "To keep you by my side, I must leave you for a while in the day, but you are always on my mind. You are never a burden to me and if anyone tells you that, you come to me, alright?"
Ophelia felt like a mountain was lifted from her shoulders. She breathed out in relief, not realizing how long this had been affecting her.
"T-thank you," Ophelia murmured, peering at him through her lashes. Ophelia was starstruck by the golden folds of his eyes, swirling with the rays of the sun. He had lowered his enormous stature for her. Unable to hold herself back, she tentatively touched his jawline.
Killorn immediately groaned, capturing her hand and pressing his face closer to it. He rested his cheeks on her palms, with a pained and starve-touched expression.
"The things you do to me, my sweet wife," Killorn croaked. "The things I wish to do to you in return…"
Ophelia didn't know what he was talking about. Her attention dropped to his mouth, full and plump. Without warning, she leaned forward, their lips brushing. He stiffened. She shakingly kissed him, slow and short. Not a second later, she pulled back, her cheeks flamed with embarrassment.
"What was that for?" Killorn hoarsely said, his grip tightening on her waist. He yanked her closer, until she fell against his chest, her palms resting on the muscular planes. She peered up at him, innocent as snow.
"I-I missed you," Ophelia shyly responded. The minute the words left her mouth, Ophelia buried her face against his body in mortification. She was embarrassed beyond return. Then, she heard him let out a string of curses that made her ears bleed.
"You—" Killorn cussed again. Killorn ran a hand through his hair, gripping the ends of it. He felt himself come to life all over again. Then, she yelped in fear, for his erection had just begun. She shakingly looked up at him with those large eyes of hers. He was on the brink of losing all rationality.
"Are you still sore?" Killorn finally asked her.
"N-no…"
"Good." "Killorn!" Ophelia shouted when he abruptly raised her into his arms. She was shocked and clung to his shoulders. She stared up at him, abashed and in disbelief that he had the strength to carry her bridal style again.
"Save your voice for the bed, we're going to do it all night long and I won't stop even if you cry."
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