[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke
Chapter 291: Are We Breaking Up?!

Chapter 291: Are We Breaking Up?!

"Xion? You have to tell me what you feel so I can understand it."

The words sounded so gentle, so tempting that the certain voice-obsessed healer decided to really speak his mind. He was already halfway through, anyway.

"I didn’t like it when someone else told me. But you... You kept it to yourself."

A soft sigh that escaped Darius’ lips made Xion’s ears tingle.

"I didn’t want you to worry about anything. You’ve only been here a few days. I wanted you to enjoy it, not be troubled by some random woman."

At that, Xion’s lips curved into a small smile before he forcefully pulled them down.

"How many people have you loved, Darius?" the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

"You really want to know?"

The silly healer didn’t hear the teasing glint in Darius’ words. His fingers clenched as he hummed, silently waiting for a reply.

"There has been no one but you, Xion. You were the first person I fell for, and you’ll be the last."

Xion melted like wax in the heat of those words. "Put me down," he whispered, not trusting his quivering voice.

Darius obeyed with a grin. Rolling to the other side, the Archduke still had a possessive grip over the thin waist. "And you?"

After taking a deep breath, Xion turned to meet those mesmerizing green eyes. "Only you. I’ve only ever loved you."

Just as those words slipped past his lips, all the courage left Xion’s body.

So when laughter full of happiness echoed in the room, he buried himself further into the warm embrace.

Despite the heat radiating from his face, he couldn’t stop the curl of his own lips.

"Am I not the luckiest man alive?" Darius said, brushing a thumb across his soft cheek. "To have you as my lover, even the deity would envy me."

Xion rolled his eyes, but the bashful giddiness lingered stubbornly in his eyes.

"But I won’t be of any help to you," he finally muttered. "I don’t have a powerful family, or brains to deal with politics."

Even when he noticed Darius’ eyes narrow, he resumed anyway. "I’m just some ordinary healer, you know."

"You’ve got some serious doubts about yourself, my dear."

Amid Xion’s confusion, the silver-haired elf flicked his forehead lightly, making him blink in surprise.

"Serena is a former member of the church council. Even after her retirement, people still don’t dare to cross her. And who said you can’t fight in court?" A proud grin illuminated Darius’ face. "It was your cure, Xion, that gave us the upper hand."

He chuckled, amused at how Xion was trying hard not to show the proud smile.

With a content sigh, he rested his chin on the tuft of black hair.

"You should’ve seen the faces of those royal envoys when they left last night. Priceless."

"I wouldn’t be doing much though. Most of the time I would be reading books or lazing around," Xion wondered aloud. "You would have to do all the work on your own."

"Of course. I just need you by my side, and-" Darius gave a sly smirk as his hand gave a gentle squeeze on his ass, "-I need you on my bed."

Before the Archduke could spout more obscene nonsense, Xion interrupted him with a cough. "Alright, I get it," he said, thoroughly embarrassed.

"I-I’ll try my best too. I’ll take care of you... and be good to you," The flustered kitten almost stuttered as he completed the words he had been thinking for a long time. "I’ll be a good boyfriend."

"How about you don’t call me your boyfriend anymore?"

"Are we breaking up?!"

Darius laughed loudly. "No, my silly Xion."

Rolling once again, he pinned Xion under him with ease. "I mean change the title. We are getting married in three days, so you should call me something else, no?"

"Ah?" Xion blinked, trying to digest the words. Married? Who’s getting married?

"Today, we’ll be trying outfits for the ceremony..." Halfway through, he finally realized that there was something wrong with Xion’s expression.

"What? Don’t want to marry me?" He said it teasingly, but his gaze darkened a shade.

"You didn’t tell me!" Xion yelled, nearly tripping over his words. "I need to tell Aunt Serena and Noxian! We need new clothes for them too. Oh lord, we need to—Mmm!"

A sudden kiss swallowed the rest of the babbling.

With a slight tingling still on his lips, Xion pushed against Darius’ chest. "You didn’t tell me we were getting married!"

Darius leaned back just enough to meet his wide eyes, an unmistakable glint of delight shining in his gaze. "I did, actually."

Xion looked utterly betrayed. "When?!"

The silver hair fell to the side as the Archduke tilted his head, pretending to ponder. "Hmm... Remember when I asked you to make our relationship official?"

Xion remembered. Of course, he did! But at that time, he assumed that the Archduke just wanted to tell his ministers. Where would he think that official meant literal marriage?

"Oh lord." Xion seemed to be in a daze as he mumbled, "We are getting married? We are?"

Even when they were seated at the breakfast table, Xion still didn’t come back to his senses.

It was only when he was repeatedly fed that he managed to think straight while trying to suppress the wide smile spreading on his face.

Then another thought sprang unbidden in his mind. "What about that church? The plants the Saintess was growing—those were the cause of the plague. We can’t just leave it like that."

Darius took a spoonful of pastry and fed it to Xion. "Don’t worry. Things have been handled."

Then without any shame, he licked the corner of the stained lips. "Very sweet."

Xion swatted him, exasperated by his demeanor. "I am serious."

"I know," the Archduke finally didn’t tease the bashful healer anymore. "That church caught up in the fire last night. According to the report, nothing was spared."

Including those flowers and that maid who made you so tense.

Of course, Darius didn’t say that aloud. Instead, he told Xion that the people were still alive and well. Well, most of them were.

Those wide blue eyes stared straight at Darius, trying to find the hint of jest, but there was none. The Archduke looked very innocent.

"That’s... nice?" For a second he couldn’t understand if he should be worried about the fire or be glad that it burned those flowers.

"Well, things work miraculously. I’ve heard that Saintess has shifted to another place, along with her entourage."

As for how such a massive fire broke out, and how it burned even the ancient stones to ash—well, the soot still lingering on Darius’ discarded boots told its own story.

He hadn’t come home until nearly dawn. Just in time to crawl into bed beside Xion. He didn’t mention that to Xion though.

And it also didn’t matter to him where Talia went. As long as she didn’t cause any harm to Xion, he wasn’t interfering with her plans.

However, if she dared to cross the line again, that would be the end of the friendly treaty he had signed with her.