Chained Hearts: From Slavery to Sovereignty
Chapter 43: follow?....me?..but why?

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: follow?....me?..but why?

Cassian and Vincent immediately stopped at their positions. Their expression froze hearing a strict voice above them. Like they were caught doing something mischievous and now trying to hide themselves.

Both of them don’t know why they have these feelings, but still, both of them lowered their swords and stood at the side with their heads bowed.

Now, the entire arena was silent, holding their breath in anticipation of what was about to come.

Dorian looked at the lowered heads of Cassian and Vincent, and a small twitch appeared on his lips.

But he hardened his expression and said in a stern voice, Prince Vincent. You can’t attack a servant of Atheryln palace like this. It’s against the rule.

Vincent opened his mouth to reason himself, but his words caught in his throat when he looked at the serious expression of Dorian. and a shudder ran down his spine. Damn! He cursed himself; why was Dorian giving him the vibe of Xalor?

Vincent could only curse himself, but he dared not to open his mouth...

Dorian smirked at the behavior of Vincent; he was quite concerned seeing Prince Vincent in this situation. But he masked the smirk on his face and looked at Cassian, who was still bowing his head and drawing a circle on the ground with his boots, looking like a pitiful child who had been wrong.

Dorian cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, Raise your head, Cassian! ...

Cassian immediately flinched at his name and slowly raised his eyes. His expression was filled with ignorance, like he has nothing to do here.

Dorian’s smile almost got widening, but he held himself back and ordered Cassian, Follow me!!.

Hmm! Cassina almost jumped from his position and shuttered. follow?....me? ... but why? .....I did not do anything,but his words died in his throat when he looked at the stern expression of Dorian.

"Are you having a hard time following along, Cassian?" Dorian said in a deep voice, but his eyes held amusement. He had said this while intentionally lowering his voice.

Cassian nodded his head like a little chicken; he did not want to offend this Buddha to. But damn! Why do his words seem so wrong? Why was he even asking to follow him? Can’t he just talk here? Cassian could not help but have his mind start going in another direction...and a shiver ran down his spine just at the mere thought of his imaginations.

Cassian shook his head to remove all the bullshit thoughts from his head, but he heard the deep voice again above his heads, and his ears became visibly red.

Are you coming or not? Dorian said, and he started walking towards the exit of the practice ground.

Cassian also lifted his foot to follow the lead of Prince Dorian, but not without giving an accusing look to the prince Vincent, blaming him for all this cause.

Vincent narrowed his eyes at their retreating figures, his mind racing with numerous thoughts. He tilted his head, a smirk creeping onto his lips. Damn, this boy had real guts to accuse him so brazenly. The last time someone had dared to meet his gaze like that, he had turned their disobedience into a game—a game that ended with him playing with their very eyeballs.

But his mind was still playing the moments between Dorian and Cassian, and he felt there was something wrong between them. Most would have not noticed, but him, who was not far away from them, had noticed everything—every detail and their expression.

He still remembers how Dorian’s eyes softened as his gaze landed on Cassian. and the subtle hints... in their voices.

Hell’s moth*r!!!

He had to find out what was actually between them. He would never allow to repeat the same thing from the sanctuary ago.

And if the time required for him to end the life of this boy, he would never hesitate...

The only person in his life who matters is his lord.

Vincent also followed the lead of both of them with his quiet steps.

As Cassian, Dorian, and Vincent exited the training ground, the tension that had hung in the air slowly dissipated, replaced by a murmur of excitement that rippled through the gathered crowd like a wave spreading. The other knights, a mix of eager maids and curious onlookers, buzzed with anticipation, their voices barely concealing their admiration.

"Did you see how Prince Dorian commanded respect? He’s so handsome when he’s serious," one maid whispered, her eyes sparkling as she fawned over him.

"Absolutely! It’s like he exercises authority without even trying. I could watch him all day," another replied, her voice barely above a breath.

"Did you see the way he spoke to Cassian? There’s definitely something between them," a trainee remarked, leaning closer to catch the latest gossip. "You could feel the tension in the air!"

"Right? It’s almost like Cassian was in trouble, but he looked so cute bowing his head like that. I just want to protect him!" A girl chimed in, a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Protect him? Please! If Dorian had given me that look, I’d be following him anywhere," someone scoffed, unable to hide her envy. "But Cassian? What does he have that makes Prince Dorian notice him? I heard it is not their first meeting!"

"Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the way his golden locks fall over his cute face which had bewitched our prince too? It’s so charming!" another maid added, biting her lip as she imagined the scene.

"But who had thought Cassian could fight so well? Did you see how capable he was with a sword? He’s not just a pretty face; he’s dangerous," one whispered with a hint of awe. "Imagine being on the receiving end of his sword."

"But still he could not compete with our prince Dorian, the most charming one can only be our prince with his sword."

As the whispers grew around the training ground, the excitement was visible. Dorian’s charisma overshadowed the earlier conflict, and for a moment, everyone forgot about the upcoming tension.

All that remained was the allure of the prince, who commanded attention and admiration.