The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 70: Dreaming Of Me?

Chapter 70: Dreaming Of Me?

Rama bolted out of the tower as she clambered down the stairs with rushed, frantic movements.

She didn’t stop scurrying until she arrived at the hallway which was perpetually covered in thick darkness, but the silver misty glow from the moonlight peeked through the windows, enacting a streak of silver hue across the floor.

Her head was hanging low in exhaustion mixed with embarrassment, she wanted a long nap even though she had taken a nap just earlier.

She realised how lazy and easily fatigued she was becoming, but it was not unforeseen as she had gone through a lot of traumatic experiences within the few weeks.

She ran her fingers through her hair with a drawled sigh, as she proceeded to the maid’s quarters.

She lifted her head up and a loud yelp escaped her lips when her eyes met a pair of soul sucking, glowing red ones in the darkness, although his form was not stolen in the darkness, his glowing red eyes were the first noticeable thing.

Unlike Draco who seemed to command the darkness with his presence, the darkness only hovered around him like a spiral of waves.

"L-Lord Zamiel." She spluttered as she observed the shadowy figure before her with the help of the faint moonlight.

She could hear her own heartbeat thumping loudly in her ears from lord Zamie startling her with his undetected presence.

Those soulless, empty eyes of his pierced into hers, not a single hint or the tiniest flicker of emotion was visible in them to depict an emotion, he was rather like a living rock.

She darted her eyes slightly in uncertainty when he was still unmoving, before proceeding to move past him, but his baritone voice reverberated in the hallway before she could take a step.

"Go to the king’s chambers, he might need your service." Zamiel ordered, his voice commanding authority.

She wanted to refuse, but she was well aware she couldn’t, especially not Zamiel whom she was sure wouldn’t bat an eye before ripping her to shreds, so instead she nodded with a dainty "Yes, my lord."

She wanted to ask if he found the cure and particularly if he was still berserk, but she stifled the words as she pressed her lips in a thin line, inwardly fidgeting about meeting Draco.

"He’s fine now." Zamiel said with a straight face.

"Oh, I-."

Zamiel started moving before she could even complete her statement and for a split moment, she yearned for great power so she would no longer be helpless and fragile in their eyes, so she would no longer bow to them, so she would be able to destroy them.

She shoved it aside, as she averted her burning gaze from his retreating back and proceeded to Draco’s chambers.

Still, the thought lingered in her head and a fleeting dangerous thought crossed her mind as she strode down the eerily quiet hallway.

The witches had sold their souls to the devil for power, but one of them still couldn’t defeat him nevertheless.

At least she’d be able to make him suffer even if it was for a minute like she did and moreover, she didn’t have a soul anymore so what was the use of keeping it, instead she’d be able to make better use of it.

But how would she communicate with him? ’Through the witches!’ Her intrusive thoughts kicked in.

She shook her head vigorously, her mind was going haywire and traveling to ridiculously absurd ideas. The devil wasn’t any typical supernatural being she could easily strike a deal with, he was embedded in darkness itself, and his deals were bound to be treacherous.

She arrived at his chamber amidst her running thoughts. She stood around for a minute or two, contemplating whether to go in or not, but she didn’t have a choice, so she slowly pushed the door open.

She poked her head out as she scrutinized the inside with prudent eyes but there was no sign of Draco in the room plunged in darkness, only the misty silver hue from the moon, enacted its dim light across the floors, as it peeked through the velvet curtains that were slightly opened.

She inhaled softly before moving into the room, but his spicy scent lingering in the air filled her nostrils instead, making her shudder slightly.

She faced the door leading into the bathroom, thinking he was taking a bath and would emerge out of it soon, but he didn’t.

She wondered if he was fully cured, but she couldn’t guess so she let it be.

She was still dreading the thought that he could still be berserk and uncontrollable like an untamed beast, she hoped inwardly she wouldn’t have to encounter that side of him again, he terrified her, yet allured her at the same time, it was a confusing and peculiar sensation.

She moved toward the window in a bid to close the velvet curtains to prevent the morning sunlight from disturbing her, as she was getting ready to sleep since it seemed Draco was not in the room.

Her hand froze on the curtains when she peered her eyes through the window. Her gaze fell on Draco standing outside staring into space. His back was facing her, so she couldn’t see his face, but oddly she could recognize him.

His presence commanded authority and his aura depicted the essence of darkness, she could sense it emanating from him even from a mile away.

She narrowed her eyes at him, as she scrutinized him to figure out if he was already cured like Zamiel had said, but she couldn’t figure it out as he was on the ground floor.

For a split moment, she wondered what he was thinking about, but she shrugged nonchalantly ready to pull the curtains together when he suddenly veered around with a swift movement.

His gaze effortlessly met hers with his gleaming red eyes piercing into her jade ones.

Her eyes dilated and with a shrill cry, she abruptly pulled the curtains together, concealing her face from him but it was too late as he had seen her already.

She scurried to the couch, holding her chest that was squeezing tightly from trepidation, heart banging loudly against her ribcage in her ears.

Sooner or later the night creatures were bound to give her a heart attack, she thought inwardly as she closed her eyes and took a sharp inhale, to gain her composure.

She laid down on the couch and closed her eyes to sleep, but instead her subconscious mind elicited a strange dream.

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Draco stood outside, staring into space as his mind traveled to a vivid memory the silver moon always reminded him of. His jaws ticked as he clenched his fists into a tight ball, digging his fingers into his palms.

He hated the moon and at the same time loved it, like a hate and love relationship. The memories it reminded him of were painful, yet beautiful, a wave of nostalgia hitting him.

As the midnight wind blew, a trail of rosy human scent lingered in the air which he instinctively inhaled, but it suddenly stirred something in him knowing whom it belonged to, although he didn’t go berserk.

He whipped his head upward to catch sight of Rama staring at him with a keen interest in her jade eyes, but as soon as their eyes met, she suddenly pulled the curtains together.

He scoffed.

He wondered how she had an effect on him, but he shook his head nonchalantly, thinking it was because he hadn’t still recovered fully, but his instincts were wary of him making the same mistake he once made.

A mistake that turned his world into a desolate abysm of infinite darkness.

"Never again." He muttered darkly under his breath. History wouldn’t repeat itself.

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She could feel his hot breath against her neck provoked by his ragged breathing as he shoved her onto the bed before hovering above her with his shirtless body.

She was clad in almost nothing but a frail, loose gown that clung to her body, revealing her curves that made him gulp.

He abruptly slammed his lips on hers, pressing his hard, muscled body against hers as he whispered seductive words into her ears. He tore her dress off her body, as he cupped her breast, massaging it firmly and a soft moan rolled off her lips in pleasure.

She arched her back for more, feeling the sensational hotness pooling between her legs as she dug her fingers into his lush, silky hair.

She kissed him back fervently, feeling his hot hard skin rubbing against hers. Her skin tingled in excitement.

He raised his head up to look at her as he shot his glowing red eyes open, igniting her brain back to the realm of reality.

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She shot her eyes open, panting heavily with beads of sweat adorning her forehead as morning arrived.

"Dreaming of me?" She heard the familiar husky voice drawl behind her and she cringed because he was right.