Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 334: Wilhelmina’s Unease (End) Her Resolve

Chapter 334: Wilhelmina’s Unease (End) Her Resolve

After Lyan issued his orders to Grimclaw, the room was once again filled with the strategic hum of his war council discussing tactics. Wilhelmina, however, felt a subtle tension tugging at her heart. She had come here with a different purpose, something far more personal than the looming threats outside and within Grafen. And it seemed that Lyan had noticed.

He gave a final nod to Grimclaw, who quietly exited the war room, his skeletal figure blending into the shadows. Emilia, Surena, and Alicia, sensing the shift in the room, glanced at one another before standing.

"We’ll leave you two alone," Alicia said softly, her calculating eyes flicking between Lyan and Wilhelmina. There was no need for further explanation, and without another word, the Valkyries filed out of the room, leaving Lyan and Wilhelmina alone in the dim light of the war room.

Lyan turned toward her, his sharp, intelligent eyes softening ever so slightly as he saw the turmoil on her face. "You came here for more than just the council meeting," he said quietly, closing the distance between them.

Wilhelmina felt her pulse quicken. His presence was overwhelming, as it always was, but tonight it was more than just his power that affected her. It was the way he looked at her—as if he could see past her composed exterior, straight into the storm of emotions she had been struggling to hide.

"I... I needed to speak with you," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. The vulnerability in her own voice surprised her, but she didn’t shy away. Not now. She had been holding back for too long.

Lyan stepped closer, his expression unreadable but his gaze intense. "I’m listening," he said, his voice as calm and soothing as ever, yet there was a weight to it—an unspoken understanding of what lay beneath her words.

Wilhelmina’s breath hitched as she tried to find the right words, her mind spinning with thoughts of her lost kingdom, her role in Grafen, and the confusing feelings she had harbored for Lyan. She had come to him because she couldn’t bear to continue living in this strange limbo, constantly watching from the sidelines as others moved forward in their lives. But more than anything, she couldn’t bear the thought of continuing to deny what she felt for him.

"Lyan," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "I’ve been... holding myself back. I thought it was because of my duty to my homeland, because of everything I lost. But now I realize... it’s more than that." She swallowed, her heart racing as she met his gaze head-on. "I’ve been afraid. Afraid of what would happen if I let myself... be with you."

There was a long silence as Lyan studied her, his expression softening but still unreadable. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he stepped even closer, his hand gently brushing against her arm. The touch sent a shock through her, and she felt her resolve begin to crumble.

"You’ve been through so much," Lyan said quietly, his voice low and comforting. "It’s only natural to feel that way. But Wilhelmina..." His eyes searched hers, and in that moment, she saw a depth of understanding that made her heart ache. "You don’t have to hold back anymore. Not with me."

His words were like a balm to the turmoil in her heart. Without thinking, she reached out and placed her hand on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath his shirt. The contact made her feel grounded, as though everything she had been struggling with melted away in the presence of his calm strength.

"I don’t want to hold back anymore," she confessed, her voice shaky but determined. "I want... I want to be with you, Lyan."

His hand came up to gently cup her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. "Then be with me," he said softly, his voice a quiet promise.

Wilhelmina felt something inside her break free. All the hesitation, all the fear that had kept her from him melted away. And in that moment, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that was as much a release as it was a beginning.

Lyan’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and for the first time, Wilhelmina allowed herself to surrender completely. There was no more holding back, no more doubt. She was his, and he was hers. In that moment, nothing else mattered.

After a long time, Lyan has left her to make up her mind.

And finally, she does.

The kiss deepened, and they both lost themselves in the intensity of the moment, the weight of their shared pasts and uncertain futures fading into the background. For now, all that existed was the undeniable connection between them—the unspoken bond that had finally been given a voice.

As they pulled apart, breathless, Lyan rested his forehead against hers, his eyes filled with a warmth that made her heart swell.

"You’re not alone anymore," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "And you never will be. We will help you take over your homeland and kill the bastards that fend you off,"

Wilhelmina smiled, her heart full in a way it hadn’t been in years. "I know," she whispered back.

And for the first time in a long time, she truly believed it.

"Let’s go to my room," Lyan whispers. "If you want to..."

Wilhelmina takes a deep breath. She knows she shouldn’t, not when the council meeting had only ended minutes ago. But her resolve is stronger than ever. She wants this, wants him.

"Yes," she breathes, her hand tightening in his. "Take me to your room."

With that, Lyan leads her out of the war room and down the shadowed corridors of the castle. They pass by the guards and other residents of the castle, but Wilhelmina doesn’t care. All she can think about is the feeling of Lyan’s hand in hers, the way his eyes burn into her with a heat that makes her heart race.

They reach his bedroom, and Lyan gently pushes the door open. Inside, the room is dark, but the faint moonlight that streams through the window casts a silvery glow over the simple furnishings. Wilhelmina feels a tingle of anticipation run through her as Lyan turns to face her, his hands cupping her cheeks as he pulls her into a deep kiss.

"I’ve wanted this for so long," he murmurs, his lips moving against hers.

"So have I," she admits, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

They stumble into the room, their movements clumsy but eager. Their kisses grow more heated, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies as they finally give in to the desire they’ve both been holding back for so long.

"I want to taste you," Lyan groans, his lips trailing down her neck.

"Yes," Wilhelmina breathes, arching against him. "Please."

He presses her against the wall, his hands skimming over her breasts and down her hips before coming to rest on her thighs. With one smooth motion, he lifts her up, his mouth crashing against hers as he pins her against the cool stone.

Wilhelmina wraps her legs around his waist, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepens the kiss. She can feel the heat of his desire, and her own rises in response, making her core ache with need.

"Gods," he gasps, pulling away from the kiss. "You’re so beautiful."

"So are you," she breathes, her hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.

She finally manages to undo them, and Lyan shrugs out of his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and muscular arms. He’s even more breathtaking than she imagined, and her breath catches in her throat as he begins to kiss his way down her body, his hands gently pulling her dress up.

When his lips reach her inner thighs, he looks up at her, his gaze heavy with lust. "May I?" he asks, his voice rough.

Wilhelmina can only nod, her heart racing.

With a soft growl, Lyan dips his head, his tongue darting out to taste her. She gasps, her hands gripping his shoulders as he devours her, his fingers digging into her thighs. The pleasure is unlike anything she’s ever felt before, and she moans his name, her body trembling with ecstasy.

"Lyan," she gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, I need you."

"Not yet," he growls, his tongue stroking her aching bud.

She cries out, her hips bucking against him. "Please, I can’t wait any longer."

With a low groan, Lyan lifts his head, his eyes wild with desire. "As you wish," he says, his voice thick with need.

He carries her to the bed, laying her down on the soft sheets before removing his trousers. Wilhelmina’s breath catches in her throat as she sees his hard length, her core throbbing with anticipation.

"I’ll be gentle," he promises, climbing onto the bed.

Wilhelmina nods, her trust in him absolute.

"Just relax," he murmurs, his hands roaming over her body.

She feels him position himself at her entrance, his gaze locked on hers. Then, slowly, he begins to push inside, her tight walls stretching around his thickness.

"Oh gods,"