"I might be a monster but I’m not that kind of monster. I would never hurt you, Rama." He promised, his eyes bleeding sincerity as he gazed into hers.
She nodded in silence, her heart throbbing with the intensity of his sincerity and unspoken feelings, she stifled the smile that threatened to break out of her lips.
She was slowly getting to know him and perhaps he wasn’t entirely just a monster with a blackened heart, there was also a warmth blooming within the cold darkness, a warmth she realized only she was capable of stimulating.
He may be arrogant and egoistic, but he was kind to her and he appeared to have a soft spot for her, it appeared that after all the monster was a gentleman only to her, although she was wary of the darkness existing in him but regardless of that fact, she was weirdly intrigued by his dark lineage.
"I’d like for you to tell about myself...about us.." She spoke out hesitantly as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
"What do you want to know, they’re only a few specific things I could bring to your knowledge." He said in a serious tone, his countenance matching as he swiftly switched to a serious mood.
"Why can’t I learn about everything?" She asked.
"Even a day wouldn’t be enough to divulge in the entire truth about your past and dumping that amount of knowledge on you would ss with your head, it’s best to...."
"Let it flow naturally." Rama chipped in, her voice a low whisper as she rembered the words of Aurora.
"Aurora told too, I thought she was only lying to keep sothing from , even though she wasn’t and she turned out to be right, I’m still mad at her for letting go just like that, it felt like...betrayal." Rama blurted out, her voice stung with hurt.
"Betrayal would be keeping you away from but now we’re together again, even if you lost your mories." A smile grazed his lips as he extended his hand to hers, squeezing her palm slightly before letting go.
The mont their hands touched, a torrent of warmth cascaded down her skin as his warm hands rested on hers, even if it was for a split second. It left a trail of spark in its wake and she found herself yearning for his touch more.
It triggered sothing she couldn’t discern within her, like a forgotten touch that was buried in the tomb of her elusive mories.
A soft gasp resonated from underneath her breath as she inhaled sharply before releasing the words the words that were clogged at the back of her throat "Did we love each other?"
Draco gently traced the contours of her face, his eyes revealing a mixture of sadness and affection. "Love holds no candle to the bond we share, it’s eternal and transcends beyond the mortal understanding."
"Then why did you force to marry you if we already loved each other?" She queried with confusion in her eyes.
"That’s another story of its own, it’s complicated." He sighed nervously.
"Well I wish to hear this complicated story of yours or should I say this story of mine." She requested with a crooked smile playing on her lips.
"Alright then." He sighed as he sat comfortably, proceeding to speak while she waited eagerly, her eyes dilating with curiosity and whatnot.
"Start from the beginning so I can understand what led to...us and everything that has happened." Rama added in quickly, leaning forward as she listened with keen interest.
"As you already know, you were the queen of the Saba Empire and then you stubbornly went to war with.." He paused, she could see the hesitation in his eyes as he held back, and it only piqued her interest more.
"With whom did I go to war with?" She shot at him.
"With ." He blatantly spilled the truth out.
The air thickened with anticipation and tension, it was palpable to the extent they could taste the sourness basking the area.
Rama’s face fell along with her mouth in bewildernt and doubt clouding her eyes.
"How? Why? I don’t understand." She blabbed.
"Like I said, it’s a long story, we were enemies at first and as ti weaved on, our bond surfaced and feelings blood. It shouldn’t bother you much, when you recover your mories you’ll rember everything anyway. The only thing you need to know is that I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere." His ember eyes flickered with flas of enthusiasm.
"You told earlier that you were the devil’s son, I still find it difficult to fully accept, I still have doubts and I’m obviously confused. If you’re truly his son then why are you here and not...there with him?" Rama queried innocently.
His eyes imdiately darkened, like darkness seeping into his orbs "It’s a long story Rama, but he’s my enemy and yours too, don’t trust anyone but ."
"I heard from Dalen that he had imprisoned you, is that true?" She pressed on, more curious than before.
"Yes, he wanted to punish us, so he imprisoned and erased your mories." Draco explained and she gasped in utter astonishnt at the news.
"Why did he punish us? Are we free from him or will he try to punish us again? He’s not happy about our union, is he?" She blurted out her questions.
"You shouldn’t worry about him, he’s no longer a danger to us, he can’t hurt you anymore." Draco assured her with a soothing smile, a radiant smile that made him transform from a devious devil to an ethereal angel.
"What makes you so certain? What if he cos back for more? If he could imprison you so easily, then he’s capable of anything? Moreover why did he keep alive?" Rama reasoned out loudly as she mumbled to herself.
"I just said to not worry, didn’t I? He knows better than to harm a single strand of hair on your head, he can’t risk my rage if I beco feral and the only one capable of making that way is you." He secured her fear with his statent as she nodded.
"Do you need so fresh air?" He enquired.
"Yes, that will help." She said hastily with a small smile grazing her lips.
Oddly she had grown used to his presence and she didn’t want to admit still, but she liked it. His presence around her was warm and soothing, she felt safe with the sa stranger she had called a monster, it didn’t make any sense but then again, nothing ever made sense not even logic.
Draco walked in silence with his mate her, through the enchanting garden outside the castle. The air was thick with an ethereal charm, and the sun cast a gentle glow on the path they strolled upon. Rama, lost in her amnesiac state, held Draco’s arm, unaware of the tumultuous emotions surging within him.
The garden, adorned with vibrant flowers and twisted vines, seed to echo the silent whispers of the day.
Draco stole glances at Rama, his gaze lingering on her delicate features, as if trying to etch them into his very soul. His ember eyes betrayed a mixture of longing and possessiveness, a reflection of the intense connection that bound them.
Despite the silence, the atmosphere pulsated with an unspoken connection between the devil’s son and his mate.
Draco’s heart, usually shrouded in darkness, felt the familiar warmth once again in Rama’s presence. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her, captivated by the mystery of her lost mories and the undeniable pull she had on him.
As they continued their stroll, the scent of blooming roses enveloped them, creating an intoxicating blend with the magical aura that surrounded the garden.
Draco, known for his stoicism, found himself overwheld by an irresistible urge. It was an urge to bridge the gap between them, to seize the mont and express the profound emotions stirring within his devilish heart.
Unable to resist any longer, Draco halted their steps under the grand archway of entwined branches. His fingers gently lifted Rama’s chin, guiding her gaze to et his intense eyes. There, in the right garden, ti seed to stand still as they stood locked in a silent exchange of emotions.
Draco’s lips parted, but no words escaped. Instead, he surrendered to the powerful force drawing him closer to Rama.
As their lips t in a tender kiss, the world around them blurred, leaving only the echoes of their shared breaths and the beating of their entwined hearts. The kiss held the weight of unspoken histories, binding them across realms and lifetis.
The kiss between Draco and Rama beca a transcendent mont. It was a fusion of passion and vulnerability, of darkness and an unexpected flicker of light.
As their lips lted into each other’s, Draco’s ember eyes softened with an emotion that transcended his devilish nature, love.
Rama, though uncertain of her past, responded to Draco’s kiss with an instinctual recognition of a connection that surpassed the boundaries of ti and mory. The garden, witness to their silent journey, seed to co alive with a mystical energy, as if celebrating the reunion of two souls destined to be entwined.
Draco, once consud by the shadows of his lineage, found a glimr of redemption in the warmth of Rama’s kiss.
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