Wife of The Demon Prince
Chapter 204: My pain my cure...

Chapter 204: My pain my cure...

Hamon’s swift footsteps echoed in the large halls as he made to his training hall where he was told Ara was. There was a sharp sound of wind as Ara released the arrow from the bowstring, it hit the middle of the target board. There were also many arrows stuck to the target boards, it seemed she’d been in the training hall for long.

Hamon’s eyes flashed with disapproval, "And what do you think you are doing here, my wife?"

Ara turned towards him as she lowered her bow, "Oh, you’re back..." She noticed his displeased expression and immediately set the bow and arrows aside and flashed him an awkward smile.

Hamon’s long strides reached her in no time, and without another word he began to unbutton her training shirt, "H- Hamon wh_"

"I want to check your wounds, now be a good girl and don’t move." He stated firmly as he continued to unbutton her shirt. Ara’s face heated up, but she didn’t protest anymore. Hamon opened her shirt exposing her torso.

However, his eyes suddenly fell on her off white breast wrapper, it was wrapped around her breast loosely, because of her wounds, but now that she’d sweated due to training, her delicate pert breast peaked through the thin fabric, he could easily make out their shapes perfectly even through the fabric, almost immediately his stomach muscles tightened, and a wave of desire flowed over him.

He suddenly felt his throat went dry, darn it! He cleared his throat and instead focused on the bandage, he inspected her wounds and immediately sighed in relief when he didn’t see any signs of bleeding on it. Nevertheless, his eyes fell down on her breast again, this time Ara seemed to notice his eyes as she quickly drew her shirt to cover her chest and buttoned it up as she reassured him with her face flushed,

"You don’t have to worry about my wounds, I am fine now, I don’t feel pain anymore." Fortunately her bandage was clean. She thought.

Hamon put himself together as he remembered he was supposed to scold her but got distracted by her breast. "You’re not fine, What the heck are you doing here practicing with your injured body?"

Ara pursed her lips, "I...I just came here to pass time by practicing with my bow."

"You should have come to my study if you were bored instead of the training hall. Do you have any idea how much you make me worry about you whenever you’re not resting but moving around?"

"I didn’t want to_hey!" Before she could complete her words Hamon had bent over and carried her in his arms. She instinctively wrapped her arm around his neck and clenched his shirt with the other hand. However, she didn’t protest even if he’d taken her by surprise. She was already getting used to him carrying her in his arms these days, and she’d subconsciously adapted to it.

A smile graced her lips, "Are you carrying me to bed?"

"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tie you to it as well, if that will keep you from wandering around in your state."

"Well, that is if I let you tie me up easily, I’ll definitely put up a fight and tie you up instead."

Hamon chuckled at her playful words, but soon his expression turned solemn again, "...Wife, don’t make me worry again. You shouldn’t stress your body until you are fully recovered."

Ara fully understood Hamon’s worries for her, but she was already tired of being in bed all day and had decided to come and practice instead, "I am sorry to have troubled you."

Hamon glanced down at Ara in his arms, "You are too stubborn and never listen, just rest in until your wounds are healed."

"If you want me to listen to you, then tell me about what you’ve been up to these days. Do you know who sent those assassins that night?"

"...I will tell you, but not until you’ve recovered completely."

Ara’s forehead wrinkled, "If you don’t tell me, I might just die of curiosity."

At her words, Hamon’s expression darkened momentarily, "Don’t ever say that. I don’t want to hear the word ’die’ from you again. Do you know I still have nightmares of the day you died in my arms. It haunts me down every night, it always feels like... am back to that same moment again. So please don’t even joke about such thing."

"..." Ara was speechless, she’d been curious about who might have sent those assassins, because she wasn’t sure which of their enemies was after their lives, but it seemed he didn’t want her to worry about that yet.

Ara lifted her hand to stroke his cheek, and he tilted his head towards her touch like a cat, she then spoke in an apologetic tone, "I am sorry, I’ll try not to worry you again."

"Good." He stared down at her with a soft expression, "You should keep this in mind, You’re my pain and my peace. You are the only person in this whole world who could hurt me." He’d never paid attention to what others thought or said about him behind his back, but he could not easily pass by even the smallest thing about Ara. To him, her injuries hurt him more than anything, and only her words could weigh on him more than anyone else.

"I could be a buffoon when it comes to my wife. Because only you can destroy this demon Prince, your husband." There was nothing about Ara that was insignificant to him, her small joys were his biggest happiness, and her small pains were his deepest cut. All the more so she was his only love and his wife. And she loved him as well, it made everything both sweeter and more heart-wrenching for him.

Because of a single woman named Arabella, he seemed to soar into the seventh sky and then plummet to the ground. ’You are my pain and my cure, My source of joy, and hurt.’

Ara beamed and raised her hand to tuck the few strands of sliver hair falling over his forehead back, "Only I could do that to you..." She murmured, then asked, "How was your day today?" And so he delightfully told her about everything he did for the whole day.

With Hamon’s long strides, he soon arrived at their chamber. Even though there was a fair amount of distance from the training hall to their chamber, Hamon showed no signs of tiredness. He entered the room and used his feet to close the door behind him while still carrying her in his arms.

Ara gestured towards the bathroom’s door with her chin, "Um, put me down there."

"Do you want to take a bath?"

"Yes, I’m sweaty I need to wash up before bed."

"How are you going to bathe alone with your injuries?" He asked concerned.

"It’s alright, I can do it myself. The maids are already off to their rooms."

Hamon carefully lowered her to the floor, he then glanced at the bathroom door for a moment, then looked back at her, "...if you’re alright with it, I don’t mind helping you take a bath."

Ara’s face immediately turned bright red at his suggestions to help, she flashed him a smile and patted his chest, "I can do it myself, there is no need. You’re a crown Prince not my servant."

"But you are_" before he could finish speaking, Ara had already dashed inside the bathroom and shut the door as if she was being chased.

Hamon couldn’t help but shake his head. Her shyness drove him even crazier. Though they’d agreed not to consummate their marriage until he took the throne, but as the days passed, his self-control seemed to be running thinner and thinner. To make things worst at the moment, his goddamned mind kept wandering back to her breast that’d peaked through the fabric earlier. He roughly ran his hands through his hair, he then also made his way to the other bathroom opposite the one Ara was while murmuring,

"At this rate, my wife might kill me before I even become king."

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At the Boxton mansion inside the spacious training hall. Henry was seen swiftly swinging his sword in the air, the sharp blade cut through the air with every swing of his hand creating a sharp sound as if slicing through space. His brownish black hair was tied behind his head, his impeccably handsome face reflected perfect concentration, great beads of perspiration trickled down his taut well-built torso.

"Henry, it’s good you’re training this hard for the up coming sword tournament next week." Richard’s hoarse voice came from the entrance, which made Henry stop and turned to face him. "Father, when did you arrive?"

"Just now. I hope you’ve heard about the special competitor participating in this year’s tournament."

"Yes father...Kane, the duke’s son would be participating. I have been training hard after hearing the news."

Richard nodded thoughtfully with his hands behind his back, "You know Kane is not to be reckoned with...Lord Cornell had trained his son to be like a beast, he has never lost in any of the tournaments held in Findara. Henry, this is your first time participating in this sword tournament, you have to make our family proud...You sister is now the crown princess, if you lost, it wouldn’t be good for her nor our family’s name."

"I will try my best to win_"

"Don’t just try, you have to come back victorious in this tournament...It has been announced to take place in the next four days."

Henry had assured Hamon his loyalty and assistance in taking the throne, if he won this sword tournament, their family would get great promotions in rank, giving them more power and resources to contribute to Hamon’s ascension.

The sword tournament was supposed to be held sooner, but it was delayed due to the crown Prince’s wedding. It was periodically held in the palace arena, and it would bring together all the members of the royal family. It was hosted every three years, and was a large event for the elites and people of all the kingdoms. Various knights and soldiers from different kingdoms would participate, also, numerous lords who wanted to make a name for themselves. However, News had been going around about Cornell’s son participating this year.

Kane was known for his strength and powerful skills with various weapons, he was a frightful warrior, known for his savage ruthlessness towards his opponents, he’d never lost in any of the tournaments held in all the four kingdoms. The sudden news of his participation had sent fear to most of the men participating, but not Henry, he was determined to win and make his family and his sister proud.

His blue eyes flashed with determination as he said confidently, "I will come out victorious, father."