The Royal Revenge -
Chapter 87: The Truth Part 3
Chapter 87: The Truth Part 3
"Then... you are the Northern Crown Princess?" Aleksander blurted out, his voice cracking at the end.
As much as he was thrilled to learn Elys was indeed a princess and not just a mere slave, the prince also recalled one thing he had done for the past weeks they were husband and wife – being a complete asshole.
"Why? Have you realized your own stupidity since the beginning?" Elys smirked. "What does it feel like? Is the taste of your own medicine sweet or bitter? Perhaps it’s vile, maybe even scalding?"
Aleksander’s eyes wandered away from Elys, a wave of emotions crashing over him.
He never gave much thought of his actions before, partly because he didn’t have much interaction with the rest of society. Except from Henry and his blood servants whom he could push over as much as he wanted, Aleksander didn’t give much care.
The bastard prince had been disconnected from everyone from a very young age that he basically had no one to teach him manners but himself. Sure, Henry was able to somehow keep him at bay when he was younger, but he was unstoppable when he turned legal.
Now that he was here beside the princess, Aleksander felt like all that he ever did were the wrong things.
Elys stared at the husband she didn’t want.
It was obvious he was conflicted with the clashing emotions he was surely feeling. Elys knew that the information she dropped must have been a shock to him. Aleksander was like an open book that the princess read with ease.
"Are we going to have an apology anytime soon?" she asked as she was done rinsing her arms with the cold water.
Aleksander was out for words. He knew he needed to say something – anything – to get the princess’ forgiveness, but his pride wasn’t cooperative at all.
"No?" Elys tilted her head, this time around washing her dirty hair from all the grimes and dirt that accumulated since the start of their journey. "I guess not, then."
’Why can’t I speak? Why am I so tongue-tied like this?’ Aleksander thought to himself, ’Why is it so hard to apologize?’
The prince watched as Elys wringed her wet hair, the tiny drops of water returning to the crystal-clear pool. Her fiery scarlet hair had turned a shade darker now that it was wet, a long trail of dark crimson that almost looked like bleeding blood.
He noticed the injuries on the princess’ arms. The ones that he gave himself, as well as the scar that had been left by the blood ritual on their wedding day.
The mark wasn’t going anywhere, as it was a permanent symbol of their union – an irrevocable bond that they were forced into.
Aleksander slowly had an epiphany – he couldn’t take away the blood ritual’s scar, but he could heal her wounds now.
With a renewed determination, Aleksander moved closer to the princess.
"May I?" he asked as he stretched out an open hand.
Elys’ eyes widened with surprise.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, a bit suspicious of his motives.
"Give me your arm, Elysianne," Aleksander said with a slight grumble, "You wouldn’t even heal your own wounds. I have a hunch your magic is only limited to manipulation of mana, to which explains the warm feeling I got when you healed me with magic."
The princess bit her lower lip. Aleksander almost had her magic figured out. It wasn’t that Elys couldn’t heal herself – she was just doubtful she would be able to control herself if she did.
Elys barely managed to give back some mana to Aleksander a while back to keep Teo’s vision going. If she hadn’t noticed her control was slipping, the prince might have already exploded with too much magic in his body.
The princess felt Aleksander’s cold touch as he held her arm close to his mouth. She could feel him breath through his nostrils, a slight wind blowing on the tiny hairs of her forearm.
"I will begin now," Aleksander said, his eyes locked on the wounds in front of him.
His brows were furrowed in concentration, trying not to give into his urge to bite and feed. He needed to at least convey his sincerity by healing her wounds first since he couldn’t find himself actually saying he was sorry at the moment.
Funny how this time, now that Aleksander was more aware of who Elys was and what she was capable, he was able to recognize the scent of her blood was much sweeter than all the human blood he ever tasted.
’How lucky have I been to have landed a wife in a crown princess and a warrior who knows magic at that?’ he told himself, ’I need to get my shit together.’
Even as Elys was technically a fallen royalty, with her kingdom overtaken by the vampires, she still held royal blood in her. Aleksander firmly believed that royal blood, no matter which kingdom they hailed, contained special things in them.
Perhaps it was even the reason why despite being human, Elys and her late father were able to learn magic. Maybe the Whitecasters were inherently capable of magic but had only leaned on physical strengths for so long.
Slowly, Aleksander brought his mouth closer to Elys’ wound. One by one, he licked her wounds and she felt her skin tighten as his healing saliva worked to stitch the cuts close.
He went his merry way upwards, licking each cut meticulously. When he was done, Aleksander switched to the other arm, making sure that not a single cut was left unhealed.
All the while, the princess brought her breath to a halt.
She couldn’t understand what was going on, but suddenly she found her heart began beating faster than what was needed of it. Was it the doubt in her head that the prince was only being nice because of her status?
How was she ever going to trust someone that turned nice only after knowing something that could benefit them?
But then again, her drumming heart could mean something else entirely. What was this foreign feeling creeping inside of her, making her queasy with the prince’s tongue on her skin?
Fearing the answer to her questions, Elys closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down instead.
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