The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride
Chapter 45: What is wrong with you, Husband?

Chapter 45: What is wrong with you, Husband?

Ren bowed her head, her expression taut as she approached. This man was elusively strict.

"Oh, Princess D’Orient! Good, you are here. I’ve heard that you made them clean this mess-hole." His voice held no tension, but the solid tone and startling dryness that colored it could bring an unintentional shiver to her spine. By the way, he didn’t need to make her family name so hard to pronounce either time. She was used to just Dorient!

"Ah, I troubled them so much." Ren didn’t want to scold them for their constant hard work to repay their mistake. On the other hand, this place needed someone to watch it day and night, a librarian.

"No, you did right. They will have to—"

"Please, don’t make them work here. They are going to be healers and need to spend their free time studying in the infirmary and learning things there. I’ll find someone to be the librarian."

"Do you have someone in mind?"

Ren nodded. "Yesterday, I heard a young owl historian was looking for a job in the History Tower. But the servants didn’t know how to share it with me. I’ll handle that in the evening."

"Alright, this is your home, your rules." His expression softened just a tiny bit but quickly regained its previous hard exposure. "Are you here to talk to me?"

Ren nodded. "Yes, please. I have questions."

He stretched his arm toward the door. "Then have a walk with me."

They left the library, and Ren used the bond to ask Arkilla to keep her distance from them.

’You can go have some fun in the training field! Or fly the big, perhaps!’ she suggested.

’Pigs don’t fly, and Omega’s training is at night. Don’t worry, everything you share with others will be secured within me.’

Ren glared at her slightly over her shoulder, as they walked down the hallway and reached the back garden.

"Thegara has an odd climate," Agara nagged.

"Why? It is a beautiful day. Spring is warmer in this realm."

Agara rolled his eyes and shook his head. "One moon of Spring, two moons of scorching Summer, one moon of Autumn, and eight moons of sizzling Winter. Now, tell me, Princess, is that natural? I’m already in awe that I have to bear the terrible summer of this land."

Ren had heard about it, but this was the first time experiencing it. Was the Summer really so hot? She liked Summer but not a scorching one.

"I’ll find a way to make it cool." Ren pointed toward the mountain range.

"Hmm, are you going to bring me snow?"

"Yes!"

He laughed, and she couldn’t believe her eyes. She had just made this man laugh. So he knew what it was.

"There will be no snow in those two moons of the year."

He kept saying moons instead of months; however, Ren knew the reason. Some realms counted the months of each season by the number of full moons, like Thegara.

"Oh, my stupidity!"

Indeed, her foolishness entertained him, just like his haughty cousin.

"So, why are we here?"

Ren bit her lower lip. "My power, I heated the water, and it didn’t burn me, but if I did that to someone else, it would cause devastating damage."

"Dragon tamers have this trait. A dragon can burn but can’t be burned. You have the Griffin shade too. Cooling it down wouldn’t be hard if you shut down your anger. What made you angry?"

Oh, no! She wasn’t going to expose herself, so she lied, unless the reason didn’t matter.

"Orgeve’s condition. They were about to burn him alive."

He chuckled. "You are a bad liar, Princess. That would bring fear into your heart, not anger."

Of course, she wouldn’t be able to lie to a three-thousand-year-old half-blood Fae! In a fit of embarrassment, she dug her fingers into the folds of her long skirt.

"You can lie if you are trying to keep a face in this court. Being honest wouldn’t help you earn a decent position here." He admitted.

"Will shifters sense a lie?" Her eyebrows furrowed.

"No, they don’t have access to your mind unless you let them through a blood bond."

Ren halted near a wolf statue. "If I had the healing power in the tips of my fingers, could I help Org?"

"No. I checked your notes in Rigo’s office. I trained that male as a healer, and yet you were the one recognizing the ingredients of that poison. But there was something that both of you missed."

Ren looked at him blankly. She had extracted all the ingredients from Org’s blood. What else was missing?

"The rogues and pirates have been working together for a century. They have contact with the dark witches who fled to avoid being burned. I found a touch of dark magic in his blood, Princess. He will never fully recover."

Ren felt her heart skip a beat. "Are they looking for me? So they hurt him?" she asked in a panicked tone.

"No! It had nothing to do with you."

The answer came from behind, the voice deep and dry. She didn’t look back as footsteps approached and stopped next to her.

"Wife, you should have been resting!"

Ren didn’t spare him the slightest gaze. Where had he been resting? Because when she returned to their chambers, he wasn’t there, and the bed was untouched.

"I am not tired." She swayed to face Agara. "Thank you for the valuable piece of advice, I’ll keep it in my mind. I’ll leave now."

"Wait, Princess. You must rest. If you push your body beyond its tolerance, your magic will use it against you." Agara added and scowled at Kai. "Take your wife to have some rest."

Ren bowed her head, revering her master and swaying to leave. Kai followed her, casually with his top notched grace as though he had done nothing wrong.

"You don’t get to lecture me about resting when you haven’t rested yourself. I’m going to do it now."

He grinned. "Are you worried about me, Wife?"

Ren slowed her strides. "No! I was just curious why you left suddenly without informing me that you were not in the castle."

Kai snorted. "I heard my Gammas were in trouble and forgot about it. No news is good news, isn’t it?"

She lifted an eyebrow. "Of course not! That sentence is stupid. The dead also can’t bring the news. And that is not good news."

Her tone was a bit aggressive, but he could sense the hint of uneasiness in it. A heavy silence devoured the air around them until they returned to their chambers.

"What is wrong with you, husband?" she almost shouted at him. It was an impulsive act, but she was so consumed by many mingled emotions that she didn’t want to let him skip it. Did he want them to work through this marriage together or not?

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺