Wife of The Demon Prince
Chapter 248: Don’t be sorry

Chapter 248: Don’t be sorry

As the sun set behind the horizon, Ara walked out of Caleb’s house as Hamon had sent someone to bring her to an inn not far away in town. They would be staying there until they gathered their troops to return to the palace. They would have stayed in Caleb’s place, but his house was not big enough to accommodate guests like them, and Ara wouldn’t want them to impose on the small family, thus she gladly followed the man Hamon sent to take her to the inn.

Currently, she stood in front of an old wooden door of a room, where she was told Hamon was. She hesitated for awhile before raising her hand to knock on the door softly, his voice called from inside,

"Come in."

Ara took a deep breath before carefully pushing the door open and walked inside. And there he was sitting still on the bed with his back to the entrance. She didn’t know if he was still in a foul mood at the moment, because she had a lot to talk about with him, and wouldn’t want to annoy him even further. Thus, she decided not to speak to him for now.

Ara stared at his stiff back for awhile, before walking towards the bed, she quietly climbed and lay down with her back facing his direction. If he was still grieving, then she wouldn’t disturb him. The room was silent for some minutes, before she felt Hamon lay down on the bed as well, he moved towards her.

"I am sorry...For my behavior earlier." He apologized softly. Hearing his apologies, Ara quickly sat up as if remembering something,

"Let me see your wound." She said instead of replying to his apologies.

Hamon was a bit taken aback by her words, but then he nodded obediently as he sat up on the bed as well. He crossed his arms and pulled off his shirt without hesitation. And soon his hard abs and taut torso came into view. Ara became momentarily dizzy at the sight, and suddenly the scene of their love making flashed to her mind. She quickly cleared her throat and focused on his wound.

Hamon’s narrowed waist was still wrapped by her makeshift bandage. And without a word she lowered herself and carefully unwound the torn cloth. His wound was soon revealed and she sighed in relief seeing it wasn’t as worst as she’d thought it would be.

However, whatever poison that was used on the sword was really effective on Hamon as his wound never took this long to disappear. But then it was healing faster than it would with a normal human. Hamon knew the queen was good at making poisons, but then he’d never thought it would affect him this time.

Ara noticed the opened flesh had closed up, but the spot was still red. She carefully ran her fingers on the surface of the wound, but Hamon didn’t flinch nor showed any hint of pain. However, Ara’s heart felt tight at the sight of it, she couldn’t help the throbbing pain in her heart seeing her husband’s wound.

When she didn’t speak and only stared down at her hands this time, Hamon asked, "Are you mad at me, my wife?"

"You must be in pain..." She murmured instead. Hamon carefully grabbed her wrists and pulled her towards him, he rested his chin on her shoulder, "Not at all, it doesn’t hurt. It’s already gone...if My actions earlier hurt you, I didn’t mean to act like that. I should be proud of you for getting Alexander to our side, but I let my jealousy and pride get to me. I am sorry."

At his warm tone, Ara slightly pushed away from the embrace and looked at his face. Although she had been angry at his reaction earlier, however it had faded away almost immediately. She was well aware that he was burdened and in grief after hearing about the king’s death.

She hugged him back again. Perhaps he needed some warmth of comfort, "It’s alright, I am not angry at you."

"Really?"

Ara nodded, "Really."

After a moment of silence, Hamon asked, "Have you had dinner?" He had left since this afternoon to get more information about the palace, and also to clear his mind from everything. Thus, he wasn’t sure if Ara had eaten or not at Caleb’s place.

Ara shook her head, "No...I am not hungry."

He frowned, "Not hungry? You haven’t had proper meals ever since we stayed in the cabin. I should have paid more attention to you first before leaving. I am really sorry, I’ll take you to eat_"

"No, you don’t have to. And don’t be sorry. I know you must have been burdened after hearing about your father’s death...it’s alright."

Ara knew how it was like to lose a family member from her previous life’s experience. So she wouldn’t blame him for his behavior. However, before she could even offer her words of comfort, Hamon spoke first,

"I’m not burdened from his death. I already knew he would die, but it had happened much earlier in this lifetime. My father and I...our relationship has never been like that of a father and a son. He was more like a stranger to me, so how can I be in grief when we weren’t even that close."

Although Hamon was Fredrick’s first child. But Hamon had first lived with his mother in the servants quarters for seven years, before the king had finally came to accept him and declared him as the crown Prince after his powers started to surface. Nevertheless, even though Frederick had brought him to live inside the palace, he had never once treated him like his son.

It had only seemed like the king was merely interested in the powers he possessed. However, one thing was clear, he had no good memories of his father. Even after his mother left, the king would only watch him cry and do nothing to console him, sometimes, Fredrick would even scold him. Only, Cornell, his uncle would console the little Hamon and even bring him gifts then.

"My father did not like always seeing me back then. He only began to treat me a bit nicely after I showed signs of being different. Perhaps it was because my powers outstripped almost everyone else, he must have thought I might rebel against him if he didn’t give me my right."

Ara listened silently to Hamon, she could sense a hint of bitterness in his voice, "When I was a little boy, I was never allowed to complain. In my father’s eyes, he had already given me everything and I had no right to complain. At first, I used to think he was right, but then I realized I never had his love and care like he showed my other siblings. And after everything I went through in the palace, he did nothing to stop it nor stood by me...I began to resent him, it was like a poison eating away my soul everytime I set my eyes on him then."

"When I couldn’t stand all the things anymore, that was when I decided to live in the border and join the army. I spent most of my years at the border, I rarely came to the palace. In our previous life, I left Findara to cut all ties with this kingdom, because I couldn’t stand it anymore, I couldn’t stand my so called family member’s constant rejection. But then coming back to the past and meeting you again, I decided to make a change in this lifetime. To stay,"

Hamon had lived in the border for long, and he had no attachment with his father. Perhaps his childhood resentment still remained in his heart even after a lifetime. When Frederick had asked him to come to his chamber that night, he had thought the king wanted to apologize to him, he had thought he could finally be rid of his old grudges, but after seeing what was written in the letter, he had completely shut down the hope of reconciling with the king.

However, after finding out the king wasn’t the one to write the letter, he had regretted not meeting him before he was killed. He had regretted not knowing what his father had to say to him.

But now that the king was no more, the least he could do was to take the throne as Frederick had intended.

Hamon continued, "I never realized it until I heard he was dead that I wanted him to be proud of me, I wanted him to praise me for my achievements...And I didn’t realize I wanted to hear him apologize for watching my mother and I suffer at the hands of the queen, and to hear him proudly call me his son. I didn’t know it then, but now that I look back, I think I do. He was still my father after all."

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