Bound To The Ice Dragon King
Chapter 51: His laughter

Chapter 51: His laughter

Draven, who was taken aback after being smacked with a sword, foolishly rubbed his slightly sore head where she had hit him. However, instead of becoming annoyed like he typically does when Rhea gets on his nerves, he emitted a deep, gentle chuckle.

Rhea was taken aback by his sudden chuckle. This person rarely smiled not to mention laughing. Her brows drew together, "What’s so funny? Did you find risking your life funny?"

Draven chuckled softly for awhile, he then remarked, "I have never met someone like you before, Rheanna."

Yesterday, while he was deeply asleep, she had undoubtedly abandoned him, but she returned without considering the risk. In the midst of his hopelessness, amid the challenges, she reappeared to rescue him...

The most surprising part was that her actions had undoubtedly stunned him, yet she didn’t know it herself. Furthermore, judging from the expensive sleek night dress she wore, he could tell she was comfortably resting before hurrying here not even bothering to cover herself with a robe.

As Draven was staring at Rhea, she snapped him out of his thoughts by replying to his earlier remarks, "Yes, I get that a lot. I am the first of my kind."

Of course, no normal human girl would be brave enough to just step in between a shadow stalker and it’s prey. Rhea looked back, her eyes focused on the creatures hoovering around them. To their advantage, the current shadow stalkers in the forest were the lower rank with no abilities to summon their owners. Or else, Draven would have been discovered by the fire controllers by now.

However, because of Rhea’s icy powers that had knocked down a few of the creatures earlier, none of them dared to rashly attack again. But stood in a far distance keeping their eyes on the couple.

Rhea tightly gripped her ice sword, her expression was serious. These past few days had been filled with action for her. Although she could now use her ice sword to fight, however she wasn’t capable of fighting off this many shadow stalkers on her own.

Hence, today’s escape plan would be tricking these bony head creatures into backing out. Rhea thought, then coldly said,

"If you don’t want to be frozen to death, it would be best to back out!" She yelled.

For a moment, the rustling in the bushes stopped. It made the atmosphere in the forest even more tense and strange. Without hesitation, she gathered her ice spikes and started to shoot them towards the bushes.

Like lost ghosts, the shadow stalkers began to run out of the bushes fleeing to different directions. Rhea’s body emanated a radiant white glow, surpassing the moonlight, which illuminated the dark eyes of the fleeing creatures

Rhea’s eyes swept over them. "Run for your lives before I strike you to death!" She yelled.

The white light around Rhea gradually dimmed as the creatures hoovering around were gone. She stood there for awhile panting heavily, she waited until the forest quietened down before heavily sitting on the ground without a care of her expensive sleek night dress. She rubbed her chest in relief,

"If this kind of situation happened again, I am going to lose a few years of my eternal life. You will soon be the death of Rheanna Villden." She looked over at Draven, who was still leaning against a tree. His body was battered and bruised, blood staining his torn clothing. She then remarked, "You look terrible. The creatures are gone for now, but it wouldn’t be long before they foolishly return, we have to leave."

Rhea stood up and moved closer to Draven. She gently reached out to help him up, her hand hovering above his arm. However, he suddenly pulled her wrist, making her lose her balance and fell on him, but he grabbed her waist to stop her body from hitting the tree behind him.

Startled, Rhea froze in his arms, her eyes widening in surprise as his intense gaze locked with hers. His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with genuine gratitude. Rhea’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening as she felt an unfamiliar surge of warmth deep within her.

His closeness, his voice, and the raw vulnerability in his blue eyes stirred something inside her. Rhea’s mind raced with conflicting emotions as she struggled to regain her composure.

She managed to pull herself free from his grasp, her hand trembling slightly. "Don’t thank me, I didn’t do it for you, but for myself," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes darted away from his, her pale cheeks flushing with a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

This dragon was bad for her health. He always seemed to unintentionally do things that made her innocent heart race hard against her rib cage.

Draven’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he released a tired sigh. However, just at that moment, some rustling sounds came from the bushes, making the pair snap their heads towards the direction.

"Damn it, they’re back!" Rhea remarked.

Draven’s brows knitted together, "How many of them?" He asked.

"A lot of them." Rhea said, then turned and looked at Draven’s bloody clothes. Then without hesitation, she yanked at his shirt, "The scent of blood on your body is too strong."

Draven was surprised by her sudden action. However, once he understood what she meant, he allowed her to remove his shirt. "Are you able to walk?" she asked, glancing back at the forest. "We don’t have much time."

Draven nodded and let Rhea assist him up from the ground. She placed his muscular arm around her neck and slipped her arm around his narrowed waist to support his weight.

"Oh, goodness, you’re quite heavy," she muttered as they moved away from the creatures, limping along.

The moonlight illuminated their path. Rhea’s pants in the quiet night seemed filled with panic, but when Draven turned to look at her face, he saw a determined expression. There was no despair, even as they ran for their lives. It seemed that no matter how dire the circumstances, she would face them resolutely.

Her bravery made him wonder what difficulties she had encountered in her life.

Leaning against her slim figure, Draven only felt cold. Coldness drifting from his core. She felt like home to his current self.

Despite her exhaustion, Rhea persisted in leading the way, never loosening her grip on him. It required great effort to pull him along.

Draven’s eyes fixated on Rhea’s side profile, her silver hair falling across her face. An irresistible urge to brush the strands away surged within him, but the weight in his head grew overwhelming. Suddenly, his dizziness became uncontrollable, causing his legs to give way beneath him.

Desiring to prevent his fall, Rhea tried to hold him up, only to end up collapsing together on the ground. Annoyance etched across her face as she observed his unconscious state.

"Fantastic! Of all times, you had to pass out now!"