Raziah was taken back to her chambers where surprise after surprise awaited her. Aragon took her straight to the bathroom and helped her with everything she needed. The bath water was already ready, and he also assisted her in taking off her clothes and dipping into the warmth of the water.
He even helped her wash her hair thoroughly, so concentrated on what he was doing. There were so many unconscious actions she found herself doing around him that were hard to believe. She felt so relaxed as she stared into space, feeling the rigidness of his fingers scraping her scalp softly to get all the dirt out.
She kept recalling her conversation with King Eleazar about her husband constantly throwing his scent all over her to keep others away. She couldn’t even stop thinking about what happened at the cave last night when he had confessed to her. She found herself in so much confusion about how it all came to be, and how much he’s changed overnight.
Morning kiss? and Now.. he was specially taking care of her?
Neither of them had said a word to each other the whole time, even as he washed her in the sink, rinsed her off, and scooped her up in his arms into the room. It was so unlike him granted that as long as she could remember, she was usually the one bathing him and not the reverse. Could it be that he was doing all this because he was now in love with her and had admitted it?
She sat down in a towel staring at him through the mirror as he helped her dry her hair. She clenched her fists and kept her body transfixed to the spot, trying to ignore every excitement rush that spiked through her spine every time his fingers brushed any part of her body. Bathing had been the hardest part of it all, but she had lived through it.
"Which would you like to wear?" He asked, opening the cupboard to reveal so many dresses that she had never seen before. They were so colorful and different from the ones he had gotten her when they first got here. They all had several designs and looked so befitting for a princess unlike the normal cotton ones she wore before that looked normal to her.
Raziah’s eyes shifted from the clothes and back to his. The fact that was looking so serious about everything was stunning her more and more. She couldn’t quite wrap her finger around exactly what he wanted to achieve. It was all so new...and strange even to someone like her.
"The former ones." She responded softly, and he immediately nodded like he understood everything. Searching through the set of uncountable clothes that had been arranged properly, he pulled out a peach-colored dress that looked almost exactly like the former ones she usually wore. It did have a few straps and designs to it, but it wasn’t as loud as the rest of them.
"What do you think of this one?" He questioned.
"It’s... nice." She replied, and he took out a few matching underwear with the dress.
Putting on clothes... Was a different story. He had shut the furniture, the clothes draped across his arm, but he just stood there staring back at her sitting on the bed, patiently waiting for him to walk over to her with her clothes. Raziah at first thought something was wrong when he didn’t move for almost two seconds and was just about to get out and go to him...when she saw it.
If she wasn’t thinking of running away before, she’s definitely thinking about it now. His eyes were growing with hunger as he stared at her, and Raziah could feel her heartbeat speeding up, pounding inside her chest. Trembles began racking her body, and she was unconsciously holding the towel tighter against herself.
"I don’t feel like putting anything on you," He stated, his voice taking this deeper tone, "I don’t want to, so have your breakfast... First," He purred in a Husky manner that had her body betraying her once again.
In that state of mind, she couldn’t even concentrate properly on the aroma and deliciousness of the food as he fed her. Raziah’s mind was somewhere else because she already knew he had intentions of continuing what they started last night. If it was intimacy he wanted, there are plenty other women he could have it with.
She noticed how his jaw kept working sharply as he fed her. Looks like he was having thoughts of his own, and now that his eyes weren’t too dark anymore, she could tell he was disturbed about it. Asking was something she told herself she wouldn’t do if he doesn’t open up to her himself, not because she felt too proud to do it, but because it was for her own wellbeing. No matter how curious she got about her husband and the mystery that surrounded him, knowing the answers would only bring her more hatred toward him. Nothing could actually happen in this cursed world of hers that would bring her the kind of happiness she used to feel ten years ago, especially if it has to do with Vampires and Witches.
Seconds and minutes passed till the plates became empty. It was rather annoying how his presence didn’t allow her fully savor the taste of the wonderful food, and a sour look came over her eyes. It’s not her fault that he’s in love with her and now cringy. It’s impossible to say that he doesn’t know the discomfort his presence causes her, so if he wants to be ’ Loving ’, the best form of love he could adore her with is to leave her alone!
For the rest of her life.
But Aragon isn’t planning to.
For the rest of his life.
And Raziah would make sure she find a way to break off the wedding.
For as long as it takes.
And he would keep her beside him.
Sacrificing what he has to along the way.
"Hazel," He called and she looked at him. Aragon has always stared Into her eyes, and two things already greeted him first. Coldness...and hatred. It never decreased, instead, he wakes up every day to see that they spike up even higher than they were last night. He knew only a few things pleased her in this world, and he was nowhere close to those things. He took a lock of her hair in his hands, "Why can’t you have children?" He inquired, gauging her reactions very carefully before from the way she had blurted it out last night...not just because she was desperate to get away from him, but he just had this harsh feeling tugging at his chest, telling him that there were far more meaning to those words.
Raziah’s heart almost stopped. Why was he asking her that?
"I was born with the condition. You can have any doctor of your choice check me up to confirm it. I... don’t have a womb." She replied honestly, knowing fully that it was the truth and she wouldn’t feel shameful about it. He was her husband, and ought to know this about her. It was out of her control, and she would have to deal with it.
Moreover, She was a little glad she wasn’t capable of growing a child inside of her. It would only lead to more heartbreaks, and she would never let someone who means so much to her ever go through all that she did.
Ever.
"You don’t have to worry about it though," She quickly added, also watching him closely. Maybe this doesn’t apply to the real world, but from what she’s read she found out that every supernatural being has its own special way of mating. She doesn’t even know what her husband is, so how the hell was she supposed to know...what happens or how mating worked for him? Did it have something to do with him biting the hell of her privates last night?
"Why not?" Now he sounded a little angry.
"Because...you have Gwen and she would be your Queen. Isn’t it the Queen that gives birth to the next heir to the throne?"
"And Who says a King can’t have two Queens?" It looked almost as if he was glaring at her, but he knew the stare was just that intense. Raziah’s blood ran a little colder from his words, and so many chills racked down her spine.
"Yeah, when you get married to a third wife." She replied, keeping up her best indifferent look.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked.
"Because I never want to be Queen. I have a duty to stand by your side being your wife, and it’s already crazy enough." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
"The real reason, wife!" He cupped her face, his face twisted in confusion as his steep gaze penetrated through, like he was trying to obtain and expose the deepest part of her.
"You want the real reason? Fine. I’ll tell you," She grabbed his hands from her face and threw them away. She didn’t want him touching any part of her. She’s always hated it when he did that, but there was no choice but to let him do it. Now that her insides were vibrating vigorously, and he wouldn’t let her be...she was even more angrier and loathed him more for it, "I don’t want to be Queen because I would rather spend the rest of my life as your wife, than rule monsters along you monster. And truth be told, I’m not still sure which is the worst amongst the two of them!" She grounded out to him, leaving no stone in her words unturned.
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