Demon Prince's Forsaken Bride-Chapter 55: A Nightmare? (3)

’’We are here for the mission, you remind me of it again and again. And now that there is some trail outside, you are standing here in my room quietly. I believe you probably sent your subordinates to check the situation outside,’’ Lareina stood near the bed while Azrael stood at the door, a huge distance between them.

’’It is none of your business.’’

’’Yet I am here, dealing with your lover and your tantrums!" Lareina snapped, her voice losing the composure it had carried so far. She crossed the bed and walked towards him, ’’I felt you sleeping next to me, holding me and then aiming a dagger at me. I woke up thinking it was a nightmare but it was not. It was not. The blood on the bed, on my body...’’

Azrael was startled when she suddenly grabbed his left hand and lifted the black sleeve that was clinging to his skin. On his wrist, there was a deep gash, the side of a baby’s fist, blood trailing down from every inch of that wound.

’’And this wound....’’ she looked at him, chin trembling, ’’stand as the evidence that it was not merely a nightmare. You were here. You tried to kill me.’’

He watched as her eyes moistened and a glint flashed in his eyes, ’’If you know of it all, then why are you still seeking your death so eagerly?"

"Because I don’t understand...’’ her throat felt strained just uttering a single word while her eyes felt tired looking at the face she could not read at all. However, she could not look away, nor could she stop talking, ’’I don’t understand why when the dagger was aimed at me, did you end up bleeding?" At the end of her question, her voice trembled.

They stood in that position. Her, holding the edge of his sleeve that she has lifted and him, wordlessly searching her eyes as if was trying to trace every bit of the woman’s thoughts.

The situation went into a deadlock until Lareina could no longer avoid the sticky sensation on her fingers. She tightened her hold on his sleeve and straightened her body, ’’Come with me.’’

He frowned.

She raised an eyebrow, ’’Step aside,’’ her voice was a little colder this time.

Azrael quietly stepped aside and watched as she closed the door before walking off to the bed. She rummaged through a few things before looking up at him again. Her gaze seemed to quietly scream ’Why the hell are you not here yet?’.

He frowned harder but found himself walking towards her anyways.

’’Sit here,’’ she motioned at the bed.

Once he was seated, she dipped a clean fabric that she had ripped from her clothes in fresh water before reaching out towards his hand.

He did not move.

’’Your Highness, this does not seem to be one of the most luxurious inns here so the arrangements might not seem proper to you but for the time being, we need to clean your wounds,’’ Lareina had a little knowledge about herbs but again, the herbs that were meant for humans might not be that effective for demons who had a different constitution.

And while she knew about a couple of demonic herbs, she had no real experience in dealing with them, nor could she get them miraculously when they were in such a place. So, to Lareina, it looked like Azrael did not trust her arrangements to clean his wound.

However, he surprised her by cleanly pulling up his sleeve and looking to the side, the frown between his brows was still deep enough to squeeze a family of flies to death.

’’I have survived worse. In the battlefield, many wounds go untreated for days and end up festering at times even,’’ he uttered gruffly.

Lareina cleaned his wound gently. The man did not make a single sound of pain even though her hand trembled when she saw the huge amount of blood and flesh that had mangled slightly where he was wounded.

When she heard his words, she looked up at him. Amidst all their anger and resentment, as she watched the big man who sat on the bed with his head tilted to the side to avoid her gaze, sulking yet still offering his injured hand, she felt like she was looking at an injured wolf pup. All grumpy, temperamental and dangerous but at the same time, lonely and hurt. A wolf pup which would unleash its claws and fangs to hurt you but merely scratch you lightly before retreating in the darkness to lick at its own wounds that were hidden beneath its fur.

’’This is a salve that Rosie had prepared for the journey. It might not be that effective but it would provide you relief for now,’’ Lareina put aside her thoughts and applied the salve on his wound with nimble fingers before gently tying the clean cloth around it.

Azrael watched her do everything quietly. She cleaned her hands, put aside the water and salve before approaching the bed again.

Suddenly a dagger dropped on the sheet, landing near his hand. It was not an exceptional one but rather more like a fruit knife she seemed to have grabbed from somewhere.

’’It has been four years since our marriage and situations have not been favorable for either of us. I have never overestimated my value in your life. In the entire royal family, you are the only prince who has married the princess of an enemy clan. And there could not be a bigger humiliation than that.’’

Lareina dropped to the floor on her knees in front of the man who was sitting on the bed. But her chin was tilted like that of a proud princess.

She was looking up and he was looking down at her yet it seemed like there was no difference in their positions. Like she was just as noble as he was.

’’If you seek another partner, that too, is something I understand. You and I are not just two different beings but we belong to two different worlds. I seek to end this marriage...’’

His eyes darkened.