“Cesar.”
“Uh…uh…”
“Cesar.”
“Uh…”
I'm not brave enough to remove all the chains from his body. But continuing like this is not good. This time, he seemed to calm down a bit compared to his initial growling.
“Cesar.”
The third time he called, he stopped growling.
I slowly placed my hand on his forehead, then said in a slightly stern voice:
“Are you hungry?”
“Um.”
His "um" sound made it difficult for me to distinguish whether it was a prolonged growl, or agreement, or refusal.
Tôi vuốt mái tóc hắn, chậm rãi đến mức dường như từng chuyển động đều có thể nhìn thấy từng sợi lông rung rinh.
"I'm hungry. It seems like we haven't eaten anything since yesterday. What about you?"
“…U…uh…”
I'm really hungry. Since yesterday, I've put on bridal makeup, tied a corset to wear a wedding dress, and haven't been able to eat even a small piece of cake.
Furthermore, from early morning until now, I have only answered a series of questions about why I am alive without even drinking a sip of water.
Realizing that, the hunger in my stomach became more obvious. The "noise" in the stomach rang out. Cesar was probably surprised, his eyes opened wide.
“Do you hear that?”
"…YES."
This time, I reached towards the chains that bound him.
“I'll take this off.”
He reacted very sensitively when my hand touched the chain.
"UH!"
"It's OK."
Like last night, I told him it was okay, over and over again until he nodded.
“It might make a little noise.”
I remember last night he was very sensitive to thunder. A chain bondage will be more difficult to remove than a gag, where the exposed lock will be easier to remove.
“Is it okay…?”
He closed his eyes and then opened them. I took that as a sign of approval.
“Then I'll try to remove it.”
Determined enough, I touched the chain. It is hard, makes sound
jing jing
Scary, but not moving. With each cry, his body was startled.
“This… um…”
I'm not a healthy person, I have to limit noise, and removing the chain is difficult.
Then, everything happened in just a split second.
He twitched his body and his chains tore
sprinkle
one hour. As soon as he was freed from the chains, he quickly glided away.
“Ah!”
I let out a cry of horror and quickly covered his mouth. He had hidden in the far corner of the dining room, hiding himself under the curtain, cowering. Seeing that, my heart ached again.
How cruel must I be to someone like him to be so vigilant?
“Cesar.”
“…U…uh.”
He was still trembling, his eyes still alert, refusing to relax.
How does the dialogue progress? I have to call him out of that corner.
“Uh…uh…”
He continued to growl, remembering last night's sharp eyes that made goosebumps appear on his skin.
The bottle of tranquilizer the knight gave me is still in my pocket. It touches your thighs, reminding you of your presence every moment.
Cold sweat drenched. The sound of chains clanging. A terrifying roar like that of a wild animal.
“Don't touch the gag or the iron chain,” their words rang out.
Am I wrong? Is thinking he will understand my words arrogance, a misjudgment?
If what they say is true, I will pay the price. Even with your life.
“Uh…ah, aah!”
Cesar held his head, groaning in pain. The sound caused goosebumps all over my body.
“What… what’s wrong?”
Last night, he also held his head, then suddenly burst into madness.
“Ah…uh…”
Moaning sounds, nails scraping the stone floor, and each bone cracking and cracking were heard. As time passed, his body's trembling stopped.
A strong and terrifying premonition ran through my mind.
Take a deep breath. That's right, completely different. His back stood up, his body trembled.
Cesar raised his head slowly, his eyes were as red as a reptile's, without any emotion. It looks like eternal ice, cold.
“Ah.”
Perhaps instinct pointed it out to him. I struggled to find the bottle of anesthetic in my bag, but stopped like someone struck by lightning. How is that different from previous knights?
Regret and self-loathing were overwhelming.
“Uh…uh!”
The sound cuts the air, sleeves tear, hands burn. It hurts so much that I cry out.
I looked, and realized my hand was bleeding, the wound was an inch long. Painful but worse than burning.
Trying to calm down, panting. I have to admit that this time the mistake was mine.
But still afraid. How could he do it so deeply, as clearly as a knife, with just his bare hands?
My eyes were glued to his fingernails. Long, black, scary. He licked the drop of blood on it.
Looking at this scene, I remembered last night. He lost control, but when I was injured, I didn't particularly pay attention to the blood.
I sighed, gathered my chaotic mind, and decided: try a gamble based on last night.
"This."
I held out my injured hand. Cesar seemed to be overwhelmed by my power and backed away slightly. I gained more courage and spoke slowly:
“Do you want this?”
He groaned, as if responding. I squeezed my hand hard, blood flowed out, gritted my teeth and endured.
“Then I will give it to you.”
My hands trembled. It felt strange like I had just swallowed a swarm of bees. Heart pounding, dizziness, pressure all over the body.
Blood oozed out, he licked it, the sound was wet and vivid. His eyes were drunk with blood. Perhaps, he also belongs to that breed. He, destined by the wild dragon's curse, is craving human blood.
“Boo.”
The pain made me wince. Cesar chewed my hand. If someone looked from afar, perhaps this scene would look like a knight kissing a noble's hand.
There's no one here, fortunately. Cesar is enjoying my blood. If anyone sees it, I don't know what will happen.
The sound of chewing, the water leaking out, the light getting brighter, the feeling even more creepy. The pain from his tongue cut my hand, but strangely, it wasn't disgusting.
Why? I don't understand either. Maybe, I'm also... crazy.
Everything is going on an unusual trajectory: political marriage with the monster prince, I escaped death, surpassing all predictions.
“Ah.”
I realized.
I survived.
My heart constricted, my heartbeat felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. I pressed my hand to my mouth, panting.
I am feeling safe. Even I never thought I would survive.
This contradictory, unbelievable, but painful is living proof of my existence.
But how long will he continue to suck my blood? The mind is dizzy, the body is tired.
“That's enough.”
“Yeah…”
My words were ignored, he pressed his weight towards me, pressing close. When I lost my balance, my back touched the floor.
This scene... is truly difficult to accept.