The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 237. My dear Spitfire.

Chapter 237: 237. My dear Spitfire.

And so Neriah did as he asked. For the first time, she told him everything without leaving a single detail out.

She explained how she had met Lyle for the first time and thought he was the perfect man for her. The kind she had prayed for. She told Barak how she had been meeting up with Lyle on certain days in the temple. She made him understand her entire intentions behind going to meet with the prince she was betrothed that night and the things that had gone through her mind when she stood before him then without knowing it was him she sought.

She had been intrigued by the tall, ruggedly handsome dragonblood with golden eyes and curly dark hair who stood before her. And she had hated that she was intrigued because she hated his kind back then.

And when he had brought her into that room that night refusing to let her go, she had been overwhelmed with fear of what he would do to her but was grateful in her heart when he swore not to touch her any further.

That night, her feelings for him went back and forth between hatred and fascination. And when he talked about love, for a second his words made her doubt the love she shared with Lyle. Somewhere inside her she had thought the woman who’d be loved by him would be a lucky woman.

Neriah explained what had prompted her to lie that he raped her and demand for his head as compensation. She had explained this to him before when they were at Fortia, and she explained it to him again... She was just selfish and foolish back then. She had no other words to justify her actions then.

She confessed to him that she knew Lyle was somehow accompanying her to Trago after their wedding because just before she boarded the ship taking her away from Avelah, she had received a letter from him promising to rescue her from the clutches of her wicked husband.

She confessed to Barak that even while aboard the ship heading for Trago, she exchanged letters with Lyle who was aboard one of the Avelian vessels escorting them.

Neriah went on to tell him when and how her heart began to sway. And if she was being honest, it was the very first night they met. When they sat down together by the fire and talked that night, when he spoke of love... that was probably the first time her heart swayed.

Then on the ship heading to Trago, he had moved her heart many times. Sometimes with kind words, sometimes with his actions like when she found out that he had somehow brought Aria and Riri with them even though her mother had made it clear that those two wouldn’t be going with her to Trago as a punishment for all the things she did.

Neriah couldn’t deny the fact that the times her heart swayed the most was when he held her at night. Whether it was when he made love to her or when he just held her close to his chest to sleep. But she had gotten so accustomed to it all that she slowly began to miss him whenever he wasn’t by her side.

She’d tried to deny it, tried to fight it, but he had won without him even knowing it.

She confessed all the other times that she had gone to meet with Lyle and the things they did. Even of how Lyle had proposed that they kill him. Indeed she had agreed to it back then, but a bigger part of her didn’t want him dead.

She told Barak of that one time when he was away fighting those orcs and she had met with Lyle and she confessed to Barak how he had tried to force himself on her and she had used her powers on him. Back then she wasn’t certain. All she knew was that she didn’t want Lyle kissing her in places that should belong to her husband.

Neriah swore on her life and the life of her unborn child, she swore to Barak that she had never lain with Lyle. He’d never seen her naked form before, she swore this with everything she had and beseeched the goddess to strike her dead if her words were lies.

She confessed to Barak how her love for him had slowly bloomed from something she didn’t want to accept into something she could no longer deny. She told him about her meeting with Lyle before she left for Fortia with him and how she had told him she no longer wanted to meet with him.

Once again Neriah told Barak all that had happened on that wicked day that she lost him. How Lyle had suddenly appeared in front of her with a woman who looked exactly like her and plotted all that evil.

"I’m sorry. I know it’s all my fault. And I accept that but I really had no intentions of hurting you. I tried so hard to fight but I was no match for all of them. I didn’t know Lyle could go to such lengths as to use magic and make a woman who looks exactly like me and—"

"She didn’t look exactly like you." Barak’s soft, weak voice cuts into her own and Neriah finally raises her head that has been downcast since.

Her eyes shook and her body froze as his hand touched the side of her face and slid down her neck, "She didn’t have these." His fingers trace the tattoos on her neck to her shoulder and his gaze moves back to her eyes. "And I’m just realizing that."

Frozen as she is, tears begin to well up in Neriah’s eyes as Barak rises to his feet, the sounds around her seem to melt away, giving rise to the sound of his feet as he makes his way toward her and her eyes widens as he goes down on one knee with much difficulty and discomfort.

His hands hold both of hers, securing them inside his big palms as he lifts his head and stares up at her, "Forgive me Neriah, for not being able to distinguish my own wife from an imposter until now." And he places a kiss into her palms and the tears fall from her face, and drops on his forehead.

"Forgive me, for causing you so much pain..." He then adds, "My dear Spitfire."

And with those words, the sobs in her throat burst out for she had missed him. She had so missed him calling her that annoying name.

Spitfire.

His dear Spitfire.

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