The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 316: Pang Of Guilt

Chapter 316: Pang Of Guilt

"What’s making you smile so?" Suddenly, his menacing yet buttery voice rang into her ears, breaking her out of her reverie as she whipped her head toward him.

He had a smug look on his face as if he had won some sort of trophy, while his smoky eyes locked onto her with intensity.

"Uh..nothing." She hastily blurted out defensively while gulping down her nervousness.

"Have you forgotten I can read your mind?" He noted.

"You shouldn’t! You’re..."

"Invading your privacy?" He interrupted her before she could finish the sentence.

As she was about to speak, he bested her to it again "Fret not love, I didn’t invade your privacy but most of the time it’s obvious what’s going through that head of yours." He pointed out, a half smile hanging on his lips.

"Tell me more about me then, you seem to know a lot about me." She remarked with curiosity in her eyes.

He craned his neck slightly to the side as he stole a glance over his shoulders, looking back at the castle "We’ll talk more later, I have something to take care of." His mood abruptly switched to a serious one as he spoke.

"Is there a problem?" She queried, slightly agitated.

"Nothing you should worry about, love." He assured her with a dark smile tearing through his lips, while she discreetly blushed at the fact that he called her love.

She felt the urge to question him, but she kept her lips pressed shut, her instincts warned her that he wouldn’t spill.

"Stay indoors, don’t wander off and get lost, I’ll be right back." He instructed, his eyes stern.

"I won’t wander off and get lost, I’m not a child." She retorted with rolling eyes.

"You’re a nosy one and you always wander off, you wouldn’t want an evil entity luring you to eat your soul now, would you?" He implied with a straight face.

Her eyes dilated in curiosity as she asked "What do you mean by an evil entity?" Her face turned grim and dark.

"Just stay safe, now off you go." He ushered her in, but she stood unmoving with narrowed eyes at him, questioning.

"I’m not going anywhere until you explain to me what you mean by an evil entity. Is there one in the castle?" She swallowed in fear as she spoke.

He sighed, darting his eyes from the castle back to her as he spoke "Apparently the castle has been infected by a presence, but as I said, there’s nothing for you to fret about, I’m on my way to exterminate this infection." A sadistic grin curved his lips up as he assured her.

"If it’s dangerous, then we shouldn’t stay here any longer. I knew I felt a dark energy from the castle, this place is spooky." Her voice rose to a slightly panicked state as she surveyed the castle with prudence as if she could see the dark entities within.

"I’ve always protected you love, a mere, insignificant infection as this shouldn’t worry you in the slightest." He said nonchalantly.

"Don’t call me love and describing this entity as an insignificant infection doesn’t help calm my nerves either." She snapped, her brows twisted cautiously.

"Stop being so paranoid and go take a nap, I’ll be right back." He gave a sign with an incline of his head gesturing her to go into the castle.

"Something tells me you were this indifferent and overdaring before you disappeared and I lost my memories. I bet you said everything would be fine before the tragedy that took place in our lives, but I could have easily been killed with you gone, yet you said you’ve always protected me." Rama spouted with seriousness etched on her face.

She was well aware that she had just struck a painful cord in him and then, the pang of guilt came hitting in after the words were released like a broken dam.

His face naturally switched to a blank mask where no emotions could slip through and betray him, but despite the facade he wore, she could visibly see the palpable thread of guilt and pain swirling beneath his flaming irises.

The sensation of guilt was like a heavy rock pulling her down into the deepest depths of regret and blame, she shouldn’t have said that, she had no right to as she couldn’t remember a single thing about their last together, she was unaware of the sacrifices he had made for her and despite knowing the familiar, yet enigmatic demon for a day, she was undoubtedly certain that he had and would walk through heaven and hell for her.

She inwardly buried herself for releasing her intrusive thoughts out, she had only wanted to make him realize the gravity of the situation, that perhaps whatever entity he wanted to get rid of wasn’t as nonchalant as it seemed, perhaps deep down, she was scared the first tragedy would repeat itself, inwardly she didn’t want to lose him for the second time, hence resulting into paranoia.

"I-I..." She wanted to apologize, sensing the intensity in the air but the words hung back in her throat like a gasp of air that failed to be released.

She tried again, her lips quivering, her chest constricting with guilt, the acrid bitterness resting on her tongue, but before she could finally release the words, he cut her short.

His expression was blank and insensitive, his flaming orbs which were usually tinged with tenderness were now cold and empty as he said "Go on in, I’ll be right back."

Without waiting for a response from her, he stiffly turned around from her, taking long, effortlessly elegant strides back into the castle while she stood frozen, staring at his back till he disappeared through the grand doors.

She sucked in a sharp breath, but rather than the feeling of relief, a sharp pain pierced through her chest, it was guilt and she couldn’t deny it.

With the feeling of helplessness, she went back into the castle to their chamber, while subconsciously waiting for his arrival, but the thought of seeing him again both scared and excited her.

She was scared for what she had said and excited because of the strange feelings he provoked in her.

Rama’s mind replayed the scene that had unfolded earlier. In the heat of the moment, she had let loose a barrage of hurtful words, unaware of the profound impact they would have on Draco. And now, he had retreated into the shadows, wounded not by physical weapons but by the cutting arrows of her words.

Alone in her chamber, Rama sat on an ornate wooden chair, her gown of rich velvet pooling around her. The chamber seemed to close in on her, reflecting the confinement of her remorseful thoughts.

Her fingers absently traced the intricate carvings on the chair’s armrest as she pondered the consequences of her impulsive outburst.

Her life had intertwined with the mystical, and she found herself entangled in an unlikely relationship with Draco, the demon whose origins traced back to the shadows that lingered between realms. Their connection was an intricate dance of forbidden emotions and otherworldly ties.

In a fit of anger and frustration, Rama had let loose the torrent of hurtful words that hung in the air like a dark cloud.

The words, like venom, had spewed from her lips, poisoning the fragile bond that had begun to form between her and Draco. As the echoes of her harsh utterances faded, she now grappled with the aftermath of her impulsive outburst.

Alone in her chamber, the silence surrounding Rama was deafening. The unnerving silence seemed to mock her with their frozen tales. The air in the room felt heavy with remorse, and each breath she took was burdened by the weight of her own guilt.

Rama’s fingers traced patterns on the cold, stone tabletop as she replayed the harsh words in her mind. The memory of Draco’s hurt expression haunted her, his ethereal features contorted with a pain that mirrored her own internal turmoil. She sank into the cushions of her chair, the fabric feeling coarse against her trembling fingertips.

Her eyes, once filled with fire and determination, now mirrored the depths of regret.

The unease that gnawed at her heart manifested in the restless way she shifted in her seat. The weight of responsibility bore down on her shoulders like an invisible cloak, making it difficult to breathe.

The echoes of Draco’s hurtful silence reverberated in her mind. She could almost feel the tendrils of his pain reaching out to intertwine with her own.

Her inner turmoil manifested in the restless twirling of a strand of her midnight-black hair.

In the hushed stillness of her chamber, Rama’s guilt became a palpable entity, swirling around her like an unseen specter.

The air crackled with the residual energy of the emotional storm that had unfolded earlier. Each creak of the wooden floor beneath her seemed to whisper accusations, amplifying her own self-condemnation.

As Rama grappled with the echoes of her hurtful words, a sense of helplessness washed over her.

In that moment, all that mattered was the fractured connection between her and Draco, and the gnawing guilt that threatened to consume her.

With a heavy sigh, Rama rose from her chair, pacing the length of the chamber as if searching for an escape from the tendrils of guilt that bound her.

Hours passed and the day had never felt longer until then, never felt lonely and empty as she stared out of the window to see the clouds darken and the moon slowly unveiling itself to the world below.