When I blearily opened my eyes again afterward, the sun was setting. The sky was tinted in shades of the sunset, calming lilac and pink overtones making feel like I was still stuck in a dream. Still blinking the sleep from my tired eyes, I dazedly tried to rember sothing I thought before I succumbed to the warm and comforting embrace of sleep.
Haha, I cant believe I actually fell asleep while nursing Sigren.
My muscles ache in protest as I stretched my shoulders and raised my head, moving my neck from side to side. Clearly, sleeping in a seat was not one of my brightest ideas. Finally returning back to a normal position after I had finished shaking off the stiffness that had taken root throughout my body, I t Sigrens glassy blue-grey gaze staring at intently. He stared at with a sense of guardedness and defined focus, tracking my every movent as he looked down upon . His body was already angled towards the nearest instinct. Waking up in an unfamiliar surrounding in addition to an unfamiliar person watching guard over him must have triggered his fight or flight instinct.
Are you finally awake?
Well, did you sleep well? Nice to et you.
As soon as I was fully awake and had opened my eyes properly, I saw him clearly, The picture I had been able to make out from under my sleep hooded eyes and long eyelashes did him no justice. It was definitely a beautiful appearance- he seed picturesque, an artists dream co alive, even more beautiful in his humanity. His face had sharp planes and delicate features like those seen on the statues of angels. However, he gave off a distinct cold, predatory atmosphere that made him seem imposing and intimidating. Like a big cat, he seed larger than life, the aura surrounding him was encompassing. It significantly deviated from my expectations and the image of him I had co to build up in my imagination. I had thought he would be a little more relaxed and casual. Well, it was only the personality that anyone would have co to expect of the main character. Only the slight color that brushed across his cheeks and the evidently tousled bed head made him seem more human.
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As the silence weighed heavy between us, I racked my brain for sothing, anything to break the ice. It was only then did I realize that I had absolutely no idea what to say to Sigren after he woke up. Despite my extensive planning, the reality of this situation occurring had most definitely slipped my mind and I found myself completely clueless.
Sigren cleared his throat and broke the silence, clearly tired of waiting for to begin talking. He took the initiative to obtain information on his surroundings. Where am I? What is this place? Where is this?
This is Heilon Castle
Who are you?
My na is Fiona. What about you?
When I asked for his na, his brow furrowed in distrust and wariness.
Sigren.
His words were uttered softly, an unexpectedly sincere response from soone who was shooting such a hateful look re monts ago. He broke eye-contact with and began to survey the condition of his body. He slowly tested out the strength of each appendage, experinting with his capability at the mont. Sigren subsequently lifted his fingers, hands, and legs. Although he was still clearly in pain, the exertion he was putting himself through resulting in a pearly sheen of sweat that covered his forehead. He chose to instead, ignore his comfort and continued to stretch his limbs, marveling at the fact that he had survived to live another day.
How am I alive?
I guessed that Sigren didnt rember holding and rolling away from the attack that could have ended my life as easily as a fly getting swatted. It was probably a semi-conscious action, one that had been acted upon instinct. This boyhe tried to save a strange girl he had never seen before, at the risk of losing his own life. Despite being in such a terribly wounded state, his imdiate reaction was to save soone he had never t before. Such a selfless nature- indeed, Sigren had all the qualities of a male lead.
I was the one who brought you here and fetched the doctor to treat you a couple of days ago. Youve been extrely ill, suffering a high fever for the last two days. Im just glad youre not still burning up and that you now seem okay. Ive been waiting for you to wake up.
Sigrens face clearly conveyed his bafflent at my comnts. He looked as if soone had told him that the sky was actually the earth or an even stranger statent.
However, currently, his ntal state and the thoughts swirling around in his head were the least of my worries. I was much more concerned regarding his physical condition. Even though he held the position of the male lead in this world, he was still only a child. With a delicate and frail body, Sigren had not yet co into his own strength. A feeling of guilt slowly creeped up on my consciousness like a thief stealing away through the night, virtually undetectable. Why the hell had I set the male leads childhood to be so unhappy and tragic?!
The difference between my vague imagination and what actually was real was a huge disparity. It was as if the idea of a zombie in a movie wasnt scary but as soon as you thought that the zombie might exist in real life, wouldnt it be scary? That was roughly what I felt, that the distinction between fiction and reality was really quite negligible.
You were having a fever earlier, although you seem better now. Im not sure if its completely gone though. Here, let check. I ca closer and extended my hand towards him slowly to check the warmth of his forehead but, despite my best efforts, it seed as if he was still spooked. Sigren batted away my hand without an ounce of hesitation, as quick as a flash of lightning. Although his face remained as composed as ever, I could detect a gleam of nervousness beginning to shine within his eyes due to his fear of the repercussion that would follow his harsh, instinctive reaction.
Dont touch it.
The act of slapping away my hand while having such a pretty face was no joke.
How adorablethis older sisters generous heart has fallen for your charms, kid.
Alright then. Tell if it hurts anywhere, okay?.
I told you already, its not your concern! Ill take care of- AAAHH!!
Sigren couldnt help as a scream was torn from his throat as I gently touched where his wound was, over the layers of bandage that currently covered it. His abrupt scream did not make flinch, it was hardly a surprise- the poor boy was only fourteen years old after all, I knew he had just plastered on a facade of strength and normalcy. Theres no way it wouldnt have hurt, the wound on his torn stomach was only recently stitched a few days ago. Under no circumstances was that adequate ti to heal.
You! What are you doing..?
I rested my hands on my hips defiantly, taking a stand against Sigrens stubbornness. You are a serious patient right now. You have to tell right away if youre sick. Otherwise, I wont know, I cant read your mind. You have to communicate, okay?
Why the hell do you even care about ?! Im just a stranger, weve only just t. Its really weird, you know? Sigren seed alert, as if my gentle behavior had set off alarm bells in his head. However, it was completely understandable. He couldnt trust people easily since he had experienced such traumatic experiences in the past- his mothers death and the constant assassination threats from an early age.
Didnt you save as well? I stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
What are you talking about? I have never done-
Then, the door of my room swung wide open and soones silhouette was frad in the doorway. The tall figure drew closer.
For a little girl like you, as small as a mouse, its still a hundred years too early to bring a man to her room.
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