Barcas breathed the cool, rain-scented air between his lips and turned his head to look at me.
A gloomy shadow appeared on his eyes as quietly as dawn.
What thoughts are stirring through those eyes like an icy lake?
Is he worried about his future, which has become complicated? Or does he regret his decision in hindsight?
To make sure that I would never wonder again, I asked the question again.
After all, you didn't want to marry Ayla because you liked her, did you?
I thought so.
You're someone who can't be hot for anyone.
In fact, it didn't really matter who the opponent was.
So, just as he was able to be a loving fiancé to Ayla, he can also be a good protector.
I rubbed the corners of my lips to erase his touch.
Thalia Roem Guirta is just one of the countless responsibilities he has to shoulder. Therefore, I will not be deceived by the meaningless kindness that is thrown at me like a red line.
I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket over my head.
***
At some point, I felt like I had fallen asleep.
My body, which had been tense all day, melted away in an instant with the strong drink.
I, who was floating in a hazy consciousness with my limbs hanging limp, suddenly stiffened my spine. The sensation began to gnaw at my knees little by little.
I lifted my stiff eyelids. The blurred vision was filled with darkness.
Suddenly, the dormant energy that was weighing on my body escaped. I peered into the pitch-black darkness with terrified eyes.
The sticky night with no ray of light prevented me from breathing.
I gasped wildly and caressed my tight throat. At that moment, a subtle pain that started in my legs intensified like a thunderbolt.
I hurriedly grabbed my calves with both hands. I could feel the weakened muscles under my hand twitching. I felt like a knife was being stabbed, and cold sweat dripped down my back.
I chewed on my lower lip and squeezed my fingernails into the twisting muscles of my legs.
Then I heard the sound of flint clashing, and a beam of light struck my face.
I lifted my head. A small candle burning by my bedside revealed the pale outline of Barcas. He looked down at my pale face and leaned over the bed.
I let out a shriek without thinking.
"Don't touch my body!"
I slammed his hand away from my leg and crawled to the edge of the bed. However, I was soon caught by him.
Barcas slammed one hand down on my shoulder, immobilizing me, reaching for my calves full of nail marks.
I screamed like a man covered in boiling oil.
"I don't like it! Don't touch it!"
"Stay still. I'm just trying to look at your wounds."
"I don't like it! I said no!"
As I writhed as if I was about to run out of breath, he muttered words I couldn't understand and pulled my torso close. Then he tied it tightly so that I could not struggle, and waved the bell on the bed with one hand.
After a while, the bedroom door swung open, and a crowd of bewildered maids rushed in.
Barcas shouted loudly.
"Bring in the healer right now!"
Soon, an uproar broke out.
The old wizard burst into the room and cast a healing spell, while the maids lit candles and lit soothing scented candles at the bedside.
In the meantime, Barcas hugged me tightly with his arms and did not let go.
I was buried in his hard, beating chest, and looked around with terrified eyes.
I was worried that someone would pick up the hem of my robe and try to examine my legs. I curled my legs and held the hem of my skirt tightly like a shield.
How long had he been doing this, but the smug wizard held out the bluish vial in front of his face.
"If you take this, the pain will subside quickly."
I glared at it with squinting eyes.
If I eat that, I'll definitely lose consciousness. Someone might try to lift my skirt while I sleep.
I closed my mouth tightly and turned my head in the opposite direction.
Then long fingers grabbed my chin and forced me to lift my head. Soon, the mouth of the vial was pressed against my lips.
I gritted my molars and held on. Barcas, who was looking down at me with icy eyes, took the vial to his mouth.
Before I could grasp the meaning of his actions, my lips were covered by the taste of the herbs.
My eyes widened.
Wrapping his chin around me, Barcas pressed my cheek hard and pressed his tongue into my gaping mouth. Soon after, a bitter drug flowed in.
I grabbed the hem of my thin shirt as if to tear it apart.
I couldn't understand what was going on. The mucous membrane that narrowed and swallowed the liquid in my mouth tightened my tongue.
His tongue rubbed against my tongue by itself. A cracked moan filled my throat.
Did he poison me? Both my tongue and my throat were hot as if they were burning.
"Hah..."
My lips, which had been overlapping for so long that it felt unnatural, slowly fell off.
I looked up at him, forgetting the pain in my legs.
Staring into his eyes with dilated pupils, Barcas tilted the vial again and poured all the remaining liquid into his mouth.
Our lips overlapped again. I put my nails on his forearm.
His tongue penetrated the damp mucous membranes, and the liquid with the smell of thick grass slowly pushed it down my throat. My throat gurgled, and I sucked him in against my will.
I pursed my toes in confusion, shame, and a strange sensation I had never felt before.
I was already spinning in front of my eyes to see if the medicine was working.
Lukewarm saliva continued to pass into the back of my throat. Even though the liquid on my taste buds was no longer bitter, he continued to swim through the narrow, damp space. It was a sticky movement that made me doubt the intention of this act.
I tapped him on the chest in embarrassment, and the squishy flesh slowly slipped out.
I looked up at him, breathing heavily.
Unlike me, who was messed up, he had a normal face. His calm expression messed up my mind.
Maybe what just happened was my fantasy.
While I was surrounded by such doubts, he ran his thumb across my lips. It wasn't until I heard the sloppy sound that I realized that my lips were all wet.
I hurriedly hid my face under the covers. A wet sigh poured down the top of my head.
"...Now sleep."
He grabbed my head and pressed it against his chest. I breathed in his hot, beating embrace.
Soon, the drug began to spread in my body. I felt my vision getting blurry, and I grabbed the hem of his robe tightly.
Don't touch my legs while I'm sleeping.
Perhaps he heard such a mumbling sound, and he gently patted my back.
Soon, the strength in my limbs drained, and my eyes went black.
When I opened my eyes again, the sunlight was shining brightly in the room.
I looked up at the ceiling with drowsy eyes, then turned my head to see his presence.
I could see Barcas standing by the window and changing his clothes.
The light that penetrated through the glass slid white over his plaster-like body. As I was staring at him as if possessed, a quiet glance flew in.
I shrugged my shoulders.
As if everything that had happened last night had been an illusion, Barcas, with a nonchalant face, scanned me carefully.
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