It was because he had been confined to Te Deum for nearly a month, suffered from Michael, and was rapidly losing her physical strength due to the aftereffects of drowning. Furthermore, according to the doctors and nurses, she was covered in wounds and bruises all over her body.
The Master didn't say anything about her. But Jerome, who had been watching him since birth, could see how extremely restrained and controlled his emotions were.
He went into Angie's bedroom as soon as the sun went down and didn't leave until the sun came up. He stayed by her side, cared for her personally, looked after her with utmost care, and then fell asleep in bed with her. The same nights were repeated.
During the week he was busy with some piling tasks. The Duke was in the final stages of final preparations for completing all the practical arrangements remaining in Trieste and moving completely to Vintegar.
The royal family of Trieste, now without an Emperor and a deputy Emperor, was nothing more than an empty boat in a sea of chaos. With the absence of the Duke, who was practically the real power, the privy council and nobles were at a loss and did not know what to do.
The administrative procedures for the young master to be exiled to Vintergar were practically already complete. The plan to stay a few more days until Angie's body recovered somewhat had already been delayed for two weeks.
"Kai...Noah! Noah! Kai!"
Until a few days ago, Angie had been having nightmares and waking up several times during the day. Then, when she went to see the master in a panic, he would run from the study across the street and comfort her.
"Shh. Angie. It's okay now. Everything's okay now. No one can hurt us."
And then he hugged Angie, who was still in a daze and whispered to her several times.
"Noah is okay. Noah is safe. Martin and Brin are taking good care of him."
"Noah... Our baby..."
"Our baby is fine. We'll see him soon. So don't worry and sleep more. Yes?"
Then Angie looked around in confusion and then calmed down as if relieved. The master laid her back on the bed and stayed by her side until she fell asleep.
One day, he was sobbing silently while stroking Angie's arm. The scar that had not yet healed was from a deep wound where glass had been embedded. At the time, the doctor clicked his tongue and spoke only to Jerome.
"It wasn't just stuck there, it was deliberately pushed in deeper. It must have been the work of that crazy bastard."
It was terrible. Ever since he started working as a laborer, there was always an ominous feeling deep in his heart, but he never thought Michael would be this kind of monster. If he had known he was that twisted, he would never have recruited him into the Lord's Shadow Guard.
It was a blessing in disguise. Michael didn't seem to have touched Angie in any other way. Judging from Annette's testimony that the girls had been brought in for purposes other than remedies and that Angie had other places to stay besides his bedroom, it seemed that what the Duke's doctor had previously told him was true.
"There will be no problems or conflicts between the successors. I haven't told anyone, but Michael is incapable of reproduction. And if my predictions as a doctor are correct, the male function itself has been lost."
An order was also given to put away all sharp objects, including scissors, knives, and even small needles, and to keep them out of sight. Angie seemed more shocked by the fact that she had stabbed Michael with her own hands than by what had happened to her.
It's not unreasonable. A person who has never touched a single hair on anyone's head stabs a friend in the heart and takes his life. The psychological aftereffects must be quite serious. He just hoped it wouldn't take too long to overcome it.
“Secretary, still.”
Annette's voice woke Jerome from his reverie.
“But I want you to be sure of this, Angie.”
“You want me to take you to the Citadel too?”
“Yes! I, I feel a bit bad saying this myself, but I’m really good at my job. I swear I’ve never once been bullied for not being able to do my job, even in that scary and dangerous Te Deum. There are probably many capable maids in the Citadel, but still...”
“Don’t worry, Annette. They’ll definitely take you.”
“Really? Just believe what that secretary says...Ouch...”
“Oh, my. You’re like that because you’re excited. Stop talking and get some rest.”
Jerome gently stroked Annette's hair and left the room. It seemed necessary to prescribe medicine to the young Master as soon as possible and observe the progress.
The late afternoon sunlight streaming through the corridor window cast long shadows on his feet. His eyes were stung by the thick snow.
Another few peaceful days passed. Kyle was in the study he used as his office, but he left the room right away when he heard that Angie had woken up from her nap.
He seemed like a different person, as warmth appeared on his cold and indifferent face. That faint smile turned into a full-faced smile the moment they arrived at the bedroom on the second floor.
“Angie.”
“Kai.”
Angie sat with her back against the headboard and opened her arms wide at him. Her face, which had finally come to life, no longer looked like a patient. She immediately jumped into Kyle's arms. There was no time to wait for the maid to leave. Even though she had seen him last night, she felt a deep affection for him, like a couple who had been apart for several days.
“How’s the medicine? Do you think it’s working well? Haven’t you had any... problems yet?”
Angie broke away from the hug and studied Kyle's face. Just as she had regained some of her energy, his sickness had completely disappeared. He was still a little gaunt, but he certainly didn't look like a sick person.
“Not at all. We still need to wait a bit longer to see if the new drug is effective...”
Kyle hasn't had a seizure since she spilled her blood on Te Deum Lake three weeks ago. But he doesn't plan on relying on her again. He'd rather die than have to have the knife cut into any part of her thin, white flesh again.
He silently held Angie's fragile arms and stared at them blankly. Her flesh, with its red and blue veins standing out, was so transparent that it seemed blinding.
Kyle ran his hand over the edge of her left arm. It was the cut she had made to draw blood into his mouth. The marks of the knife’s passage were still there.
“Kai.”
Angie called him. His eyelashes were quivering slightly as he stared at her arm. His gaze turned to the other arm. There was a vertical scar where the bandage had been. The doctor had said that it would eventually fade to the point where it was no longer noticeable. The bruises and other marks of injury that had remained in every corner of her body were quickly disappearing.
“Kai, I’m okay.”
As the trembling of his long eyelashes grew more intense, Angie took his hand. She caressed his cheek with her other hand and lifted his chin to meet her gaze.
“I’ve forgotten everything now. It doesn’t even hurt.”
Angie smiled with wet eyes. Her eyes were moist, but her smile was sincere and unadorned. Kyle brought his lips to her scar, feeling the warmth that came from deep inside her heart. The kiss that started like the flapping of butterfly wings was gradually becoming more heated. At that moment, it was not a desire of the flesh, but a sacred passion and supreme adoration.
How much it must have hurt. How did this soft, round flesh... and the thin bones endure the pain?
Kyle held his breath for a moment, his lips pressed against her forearm. His heart ached as if it were going to burst. He felt as if the hot, surging fire was burning him from the inside out.
He should have killed Michael more painfully back then. No, from the time he started wandering around Angie on the harmless island. Why didn't I do it sooner?
He could swear to God or the devil. If he could go back in time right now, he would harm his father's other son in the most brutal way possible and tear him to pieces.
“Kai.”
A warm hand gently caressed the back of his neck. It was like the touch of an angel. At that small, precious call, his heart, which had been struggling with intense murderous intent and self-reproach, seemed to be healed a little.
“Don’t blame yourself. It’s all over now..."
He let go of her arm and caressed Angie's cheek affectionately. Her large, beautiful eyes, beneath her long, voluminous eyelashes, seemed to be sucked into the warmth of her greenery. Just looking at them made his heart melt. It was as if his heart had been captured by the warmest, most cozy chain in the world.
Angie felt so sad and heartbroken that she almost cried. Just as she had suffered to the point of death, so had Kyle.
The physical and mental pain he had suffered since he was young, from the time he searched for her three years ago to the recent suffering he endured as the Emperor's assassin. How long had it been?
Another reason he insisted on a political marriage with Leticia was also discovered a few days ago. Jerome said that the marriage was not for political purposes, but rather Kyle's best effort to keep her from being turned into a remedy.
The Master didn't say anything about her. But Jerome, who had been watching him since birth, could see how extremely restrained and controlled his emotions were.
He went into Angie's bedroom as soon as the sun went down and didn't leave until the sun came up. He stayed by her side, cared for her personally, looked after her with utmost care, and then fell asleep in bed with her. The same nights were repeated.
During the week he was busy with some piling tasks. The Duke was in the final stages of final preparations for completing all the practical arrangements remaining in Trieste and moving completely to Vintegar.
The royal family of Trieste, now without an Emperor and a deputy Emperor, was nothing more than an empty boat in a sea of chaos. With the absence of the Duke, who was practically the real power, the privy council and nobles were at a loss and did not know what to do.
The administrative procedures for the young master to be exiled to Vintergar were practically already complete. The plan to stay a few more days until Angie's body recovered somewhat had already been delayed for two weeks.
"Kai...Noah! Noah! Kai!"
Until a few days ago, Angie had been having nightmares and waking up several times during the day. Then, when she went to see the master in a panic, he would run from the study across the street and comfort her.
"Shh. Angie. It's okay now. Everything's okay now. No one can hurt us."
And then he hugged Angie, who was still in a daze and whispered to her several times.
"Noah is okay. Noah is safe. Martin and Brin are taking good care of him."
"Noah... Our baby..."
"Our baby is fine. We'll see him soon. So don't worry and sleep more. Yes?"
Then Angie looked around in confusion and then calmed down as if relieved. The master laid her back on the bed and stayed by her side until she fell asleep.
One day, he was sobbing silently while stroking Angie's arm. The scar that had not yet healed was from a deep wound where glass had been embedded. At the time, the doctor clicked his tongue and spoke only to Jerome.
"It wasn't just stuck there, it was deliberately pushed in deeper. It must have been the work of that crazy bastard."
It was terrible. Ever since he started working as a laborer, there was always an ominous feeling deep in his heart, but he never thought Michael would be this kind of monster. If he had known he was that twisted, he would never have recruited him into the Lord's Shadow Guard.
It was a blessing in disguise. Michael didn't seem to have touched Angie in any other way. Judging from Annette's testimony that the girls had been brought in for purposes other than remedies and that Angie had other places to stay besides his bedroom, it seemed that what the Duke's doctor had previously told him was true.
"There will be no problems or conflicts between the successors. I haven't told anyone, but Michael is incapable of reproduction. And if my predictions as a doctor are correct, the male function itself has been lost."
An order was also given to put away all sharp objects, including scissors, knives, and even small needles, and to keep them out of sight. Angie seemed more shocked by the fact that she had stabbed Michael with her own hands than by what had happened to her.
It's not unreasonable. A person who has never touched a single hair on anyone's head stabs a friend in the heart and takes his life. The psychological aftereffects must be quite serious. He just hoped it wouldn't take too long to overcome it.
“Secretary, still.”
Annette's voice woke Jerome from his reverie.
“But I want you to be sure of this, Angie.”
“You want me to take you to the Citadel too?”
“Yes! I, I feel a bit bad saying this myself, but I’m really good at my job. I swear I’ve never once been bullied for not being able to do my job, even in that scary and dangerous Te Deum. There are probably many capable maids in the Citadel, but still...”
“Don’t worry, Annette. They’ll definitely take you.”
“Really? Just believe what that secretary says...Ouch...”
“Oh, my. You’re like that because you’re excited. Stop talking and get some rest.”
Jerome gently stroked Annette's hair and left the room. It seemed necessary to prescribe medicine to the young Master as soon as possible and observe the progress.
The late afternoon sunlight streaming through the corridor window cast long shadows on his feet. His eyes were stung by the thick snow.
***
Another few peaceful days passed. Kyle was in the study he used as his office, but he left the room right away when he heard that Angie had woken up from her nap.
He seemed like a different person, as warmth appeared on his cold and indifferent face. That faint smile turned into a full-faced smile the moment they arrived at the bedroom on the second floor.
“Angie.”
“Kai.”
Angie sat with her back against the headboard and opened her arms wide at him. Her face, which had finally come to life, no longer looked like a patient. She immediately jumped into Kyle's arms. There was no time to wait for the maid to leave. Even though she had seen him last night, she felt a deep affection for him, like a couple who had been apart for several days.
“How’s the medicine? Do you think it’s working well? Haven’t you had any... problems yet?”
Angie broke away from the hug and studied Kyle's face. Just as she had regained some of her energy, his sickness had completely disappeared. He was still a little gaunt, but he certainly didn't look like a sick person.
“Not at all. We still need to wait a bit longer to see if the new drug is effective...”
Kyle hasn't had a seizure since she spilled her blood on Te Deum Lake three weeks ago. But he doesn't plan on relying on her again. He'd rather die than have to have the knife cut into any part of her thin, white flesh again.
He silently held Angie's fragile arms and stared at them blankly. Her flesh, with its red and blue veins standing out, was so transparent that it seemed blinding.
Kyle ran his hand over the edge of her left arm. It was the cut she had made to draw blood into his mouth. The marks of the knife’s passage were still there.
“Kai.”
Angie called him. His eyelashes were quivering slightly as he stared at her arm. His gaze turned to the other arm. There was a vertical scar where the bandage had been. The doctor had said that it would eventually fade to the point where it was no longer noticeable. The bruises and other marks of injury that had remained in every corner of her body were quickly disappearing.
“Kai, I’m okay.”
As the trembling of his long eyelashes grew more intense, Angie took his hand. She caressed his cheek with her other hand and lifted his chin to meet her gaze.
“I’ve forgotten everything now. It doesn’t even hurt.”
Angie smiled with wet eyes. Her eyes were moist, but her smile was sincere and unadorned. Kyle brought his lips to her scar, feeling the warmth that came from deep inside her heart. The kiss that started like the flapping of butterfly wings was gradually becoming more heated. At that moment, it was not a desire of the flesh, but a sacred passion and supreme adoration.
How much it must have hurt. How did this soft, round flesh... and the thin bones endure the pain?
Kyle held his breath for a moment, his lips pressed against her forearm. His heart ached as if it were going to burst. He felt as if the hot, surging fire was burning him from the inside out.
He should have killed Michael more painfully back then. No, from the time he started wandering around Angie on the harmless island. Why didn't I do it sooner?
He could swear to God or the devil. If he could go back in time right now, he would harm his father's other son in the most brutal way possible and tear him to pieces.
“Kai.”
A warm hand gently caressed the back of his neck. It was like the touch of an angel. At that small, precious call, his heart, which had been struggling with intense murderous intent and self-reproach, seemed to be healed a little.
“Don’t blame yourself. It’s all over now..."
He let go of her arm and caressed Angie's cheek affectionately. Her large, beautiful eyes, beneath her long, voluminous eyelashes, seemed to be sucked into the warmth of her greenery. Just looking at them made his heart melt. It was as if his heart had been captured by the warmest, most cozy chain in the world.
Angie felt so sad and heartbroken that she almost cried. Just as she had suffered to the point of death, so had Kyle.
The physical and mental pain he had suffered since he was young, from the time he searched for her three years ago to the recent suffering he endured as the Emperor's assassin. How long had it been?
Another reason he insisted on a political marriage with Leticia was also discovered a few days ago. Jerome said that the marriage was not for political purposes, but rather Kyle's best effort to keep her from being turned into a remedy.
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