A Bastard's Allure-Chapter 41: Darion’s Dilemma
"The wound hasn’t festered yet My Lady." The royal apothecary expertly examined Elena’s hand. His eyes curiously looked at the marks on her hand, a frown settling on his wrinkled face.
Elena was quick to catch his expression, her brows now furrowed. "What is it?" She asked, unable to retain her curiosity.
The apothecary run his fingers on the dark marks, his face growing a shade darker with each passing second. "These marks are rather unusual," he replied upon taking a closer inspection. "They heal too fast for a vampire bite."
Elena’s eyes met with Jophiel’s, who was standing beside the royal apothecary. But like her, hers were also laced in curiosity.
"Does it still hurt?" The apothecary asked.
"Just the wound from the cut," Elena replied.
He fished out a fresh roll of bandages in his box and cut a piece using a pair of scissors. "Hopefully this will help dry the wound," he said and applied a poultice on the wound before wrapping it up with the bandage he had cut.
"My Lady," he excused himself after offering his curtsey.
"I’ll fetch you something to eat My Lady," Jophiel announced once the physician was gone. And at the mention of food, Elena’s stomach grumbled. The three days of starvation might have been the longest period she had stayed without a meal. The last time she went that long was three days before her wedding.
She nodded at Jophiel, slightly embarrassed. The maid took that as a cue and left for the kitchen to return with a tray of steaming soup and meat. She set it on the table and when she turned to fetch the spoon, Elena had already grabbed a chunk and stuffed it in her mouth. She ravenously tore the flesh off the bone, meeting with Jophiel’s surprised face.
"The spoon," she said, handing it to her.
"No need," Elena spoke with food still stuffed in her mouth. She dropped the bone on the tray and picked another chunk. It only lasted minutes, probably the shortest time she’d ever taken to eat, and in the most unladylike manner.
Jophiel collected the plates, still surprised by her Lady’s appetite. "Tell Darion to come in," she said just when Jophiel was about to exit.
Few seconds later, Darion marched in, adorned in armor from top to bottom. His left hand held the helmet close to his chest while the right held the hilt of his sword. Elena, who was licking her fingertips, halted to see this unusual sight. He looked like a member of the kingsguard now, and not some random sell sword.
"You called me My Lady," Darion said when she stared at him longer than expected.
"I did," Elena said, her eyes finding their way back to his face. "A word with you if you don’t mind."
Darion stole a glance outside before he closed the door behind him and took two steps inside the room. She was still dressed in the thin fabric but he cast his eyes away from her.
"My Lady?" He asked, his eyes darted to the floor.
Elena watched his actions closely, and at that moment, she had no idea what was running in her mind. She would have asked Jophiel to help her get changed yet she chose to stay in this fabric. Her nipples stood out specifically, not to mention her curves!
"What kind of diplomatic mission is so important to my husband that he left without a word?" She asked, and Darion turned momentarily to look at her before his eyes darted everywhere but her.
"I don’t have the exact details about His Highness’s movements My Lady. He’s always a secretive man..."
"You knew where he was that night, didn’t you? You probably saw him kill that woman too? What else did he do to her, Ser Darion?"
Darion would have gladly given up the money than to answer such treacherous questions! And for that, he had to thank the Bastard prince! And what would she do if she found out what he’d done besides draining the human whore? The idea of exposing him appeared tempting!
"His Highness - He never did anything unbefitting his status as a prince and a husband." He lifted his eyes to meet with hers, and in those fleeting seconds he did, he already regretted it. Gods! She was hot! His eyes traveled her length, her figure ingniting the fire in him that was earlier in ripples.
"What about you, Ser Darion?" She asked, her eyes finding his. "Have you ever done anything unbefitting your status?"
Her lips curled into a smile even the devil would swoon in, and Darion was no exception. She moved, her movement fluid like one who had the idea of whatever they were doing. Her pronounced hips hugged the thin fabric setting Darion into a state of lust instantly!
"Not once, My Lady," he replied, his eyes traveling with her movements. She slipped her feet in the pair of sandals and walked gracefully towards where he was. And now that she was close, Darion had to admit she was a goddess in a human’s guise. She was just flawless... perfect, even in her sickly state. But what was she up to?
Elena’s eyes settled on Darion’s, studying him like an open book. Her hands flew to his face making him suddenly turn stiff. A smile settled on her face on the effect she was having on him. Her fingers caressed his cheeks before settling on his lips.
’He’s a bastard too! What if... would his eyes turn red, fangs lengthen?’ She thought. It was a crazy idea, but she was willing to explore. Darion, on the contrary, was all tensed up. In all of his years as a nerd, no woman had ever seduced him the way she did. Still, there was a part of him that refused... abstained and rebelled when she touched him. She was still His Lady, and importantly, Gabriel’s wife. He must not fall for this! 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
"Have you ever kissed a princess?" She asked, her fingertips poking Darion’s lips. Her simple action sent him into a state of daze, one where his mind ceased functioning.
And then she moved, her eyes still locked with his. She was close now, her warm breath mixing with his to send his heart into a start! And ever so softly, her lips brushed softly against his, but he was hesitant to reciprocate. She pried him open, and when their tongues locked, Darion’s last straw of self restraint crumbled. His hands instinctively held the back of her neck as he took charge!
