The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 296: Confession

As the sun went down and darkness slowly washed down on the land, they both proceeded to leave as they stepped out of the ethereal, secret abode of the mermaids.

Despite her soaked dress and the shiver from the cold air in her drenched state, her face was still warm with excitement as she was reeling from the ecstatic encounter with the mermaids.

Lost in her thoughts of the beautiful moment she experienced in the ethereal garden, Dalen’s presence was unaware to her until he was wearing her his jacket from behind her.

"Thank you." She said between clattering teeth and he nodded with a smile.

"You shouldn’t have accepted the swim offer." He mumbled thoughtfully.

"It was fun regardless, and beautiful." She whispered out with a faint smile as she reminisced.

Clutching on the pearl necklace they had gifted her, they both walked back to the castle in silence.

Escorting her to her room, she lingered by the door side as he spoke "Have a warm bath to subside the cold before you go to bed." He advised.

"Yes of course and thank you for showing me the garden, it was breathtaking." She uttered in a low voice, her eyes glowing with a mixture of excitement and gratitude, but in his delusional world, he read more farther meanings into the look in her eyes.

Dalen’s heart quickened every time their eyes met, deciphering an unspoken language in the subtle nuances of her expressions. The way her jade eyes sparkled like emerald flecks in a stream, the tender curve of her lips, and the soft timbre of her voice when she spoke.

Dalen would steal far too long glances at Rama, hoping to decipher her feelings through the language of her eyes.

His chest tightened with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation whenever she turned her gaze toward him, a fleeting smile playing on her lips, leaving him to wonder if it was an echo of his own yearning or perhaps, just maybe in the slightest possibility of his own imagination, she felt a flicker of what he did for her.

Meanwhile, Rama was rather unsettled on the unnerving silence that clouded them, but it was even more unsettling being aware of the fact that the silent was pregnant, it felt as if he wanted to say something but everytime his lips parted for the words to flow, he would swallow them back after moments of hesitation.

Typically, she would have nagged him to spill whatever it was out, but she refrained from prying, because deep in her guts, she knew what he wanted to say or in a safer assumption, she was well aware of his unsaid confession.

And it left her terrified, because no matter how good or kind he was to her, she found it impossible to reciprocate back his unsaid feelings.

"If you’re free by tomorrow, we could take a stroll in the forest again, preferably visit that place again." He suggested in a coercive tone.

It was a tempting offer, after all she adored the ethereal garden and the thoughts of seeing the mermaids again made her hastily jump to a reply "Yes!"

He chuckled amusingly at her quick response and her cheeks flushed red at the embarrassing ordeal.

"I mean, of course I’d love to, who wouldn’t? It was extraordinary." She said calmly, but the excitement in her voice betrayed her.

"Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow then. Have a nice rest." He bid her goodnight before retreating to his room.

Sighing in embarrassment, she took a warm bath and retired to bed without a second thought.

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Dalen’s thoughts were consumed by Rama, the lady who had captured his heart and bewitched his soul. She was an enigma, an ethereal beauty with cascading ebony hair that danced like obsidian tendrils in the gentlest breeze.

Her laughter was the melody that resonated through his dreams, and her emerald eyes held the secrets of ancient forests. His love for her was an enigmatic blend of admiration, longing, and an inexplicable obsession.

As he stood amidst the ancient trees, the moments ticked by like the fluttering wings of a captured butterfly. Dalen’s fingers trembled slightly as he clutched a small bouquet of wildflowers, each carefully chosen to symbolize his devotion. He glanced around, his keen senses attuned to the slightest rustle of leaves or the distant song of a hidden bird, all in anticipation of her arrival.

The forest seemed to hold its breath in reverence as the moments stretched into eternity.

Love, raw and profound, washed over him, filling every crevice of his being. It was a love born not merely from desire, but from a deep understanding of her essence. Admiration swelled within him like a crescendo, his admiration for her unwavering strength and unparalleled beauty magnifying with each step she took.

A sense of vulnerability also welled within Dalen. He felt exposed, as if his very soul lay bare before Rama, vulnerable to her every glance and movement. The weight of his emotions threatened to overwhelm him, yet he stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear his gaze away from the vision of having her as his no matter the risks he had to endure.

The forest around him seemed to echo the symphony of emotions pulsating through Dalen. The rustling leaves whispered secrets of longing, while the gentle sway of branches mirrored the undulating dance of his emotions. The air itself seemed charged with an unspoken connection between the two, an invisible thread binding their hearts in a tapestry woven by destiny.

The air carried a whisper of anticipation, as Dalen, stood amidst the dappled sunlight filtering through the foliage. His heart thrummed with a blend of nervousness and elation,

Suddenly, a soft rustling sound drew his attention, and his breath caught in his throat. Through the curtain of foliage emerged Rama, moving gracefully like a nymph in the clearing, her presence casting an otherworldly aura.

At the sight of her, time seemed to halt for Dalen.

Rama’s beauty was unparalleled. Her dress, woven from the finest threads of moonlight, draped her form like a second skin, accentuating every graceful movement.

As she drew nearer, Dalen’s breath caught in his throat. His silvery grey eyes, flecked like crystal under the sun, widened in awe at her beauty. His heart raced as he waited for the arrival of Rama, the object of his affection. She approached gracefully, her silken gown billowing in the gentle breeze as she stepped lightly through the tall grass, her wavy black locks cascading down her back.

As she drew closer, her eyes met Dalen’s, and in that instant, a surge of emotions cascaded through him like a torrential wave.

His heart, already racing, quickened its pace, beating a rhythm in sync with the universe’s pulse. His breath hitched as he watched her, captivated by the way sunlight adorned her silhouette like a celestial halo.

His hands trembled slightly as he attempted to compose himself, though the butterflies in his stomach danced uncontrollably. He dared not speak, afraid his voice might betray the torrent of emotions swirling within him.

Rama’s laughter, like tinkling bells, echoed through the clearing as she caught sight of Dalen. Her laughter was music to his ears, a symphony that reverberated through his soul. With a shy smile, he greeted her, feeling his cheeks flush with a warm blush that he hoped she wouldn’t notice.

As Rama finally stood before him, Dalen found himself unable to speak. Words failed to encapsulate the myriad of feelings raging within him. Instead, he extended the bouquet of wildflowers, a silent offering that spoke volumes of his affection, devotion, and unspoken love.

Rama, not reading any meaning to the beautiful flowers accepted it as excitement and anticipation of going to the ethereal garden crammed her mind, plus she loved flowers.

In that moment, as Rama accepted the flowers with a soft smile playing on her lips, Dalen felt a sense of euphoria wash over him. It was a fleeting moment, yet one that would be etched in the tapestry of his memory for eternity.

They sat on a moss-covered stone bench, the air thick with the scent of wildflowers and earthy magic. Dalen stole glances at Rama, her sparkling emerald eyes reflecting the light of the setting sun, her laughter filling him with an inexplicable joy. He longed to reach out and touch her hand, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own, but fear rooted him in place.

As they conversed, Dalen found himself hanging on her every word, captivated not only by her beauty but also by the depth of her wisdom and kindness.

Her gentle spirit seemed to envelop him, offering solace to his restless heart.

The world around them faded into the background, leaving only Dalen and Rama in their own little universe.

He felt an overwhelming surge of emotions, a whirlwind of adoration, admiration, and an all-consuming love that he struggled to contain. His heart felt both weightless and burdened, knowing the impossibility of what he desired most, to hold her close and confess the depth of his feelings.

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