"Will you, silly girl, marry ?"
As soon as I heard his proposal, I gasped. How did our conversation escalated to marriage again?
Sure, I finally realized now that his lordship had a different aning of romance. He wanted to have a romance with his food, which I tried to forget about.
But why must he ntion it right now? As if we would truly get married.
"Huh?"
Unlike my rapid trains of thoughts, that questioning hum was the only sound I did.
"Although I like you and want this marriage out of pure romance, there's sothing else I'll have to add to it."
Samael explained, still holding my hand.
"Sothing to add?" I asked under my breath. He nodded.
"The reason the King is wary about is that my existence is a threat to him. Therefore, if I marry a peasant like you, he knew I won't make unnecessary move that could harm you. In other words, I'm parading my weakness."
Samael explained with a smile. He sounded and appeared as if he was just playing. But I wondered if that would work.
"Marrying might put you in a tight predicant, but it would buy us ti to do three things."
He added. Montarily, I was rendered speechless. Samael let my hand go gently, and took a step back.
Raising his three fingers up, from his thumb to the middle finger, he began explaining,
"First. It will buy us enough ti to fall in love based on the research I did last night."
Upon saying the first reason, Samael put down his thumb.
Research? That's what he had done last night?
"Second. Grimsbanne will finally enter the era of having the duchess."
Again, he put down his middle finger and continued.
"Last but not the least, you can actually make changes. I'm not saying you can do it overnight; it's harder than that. Alas, with soone like you in power, do you believe you can do better than those nobles?"
"…"
I stared at Samael in silence, my mind traveling elsewhere. Although I heard the three reasons I should marry him, my train of thoughts was in complete chaos.
Who wouldn't be in such a situation?
I was born and lived as a peasant. Therefore, the thought of suddenly becoming the duchess sounded more like a far-fetched dream.
"Will you assist put things back in their rightful place?"
Again, Samael inquired. I only stared at him like a fool.
Blinking my eyes ever so slowly, my mind rewind the three reasons. Alas, no matter how many tis I repeated it, it made little sense.
"What?" He cocked his head, blinking his eyes in puzzlent.
Without thinking twice, I took a step forward. I watched as he knitted his brows together while I extended my arm up.
When my palm reached his forehead while tiptoeing, I tilted my head to the side.
"Milord, are you gravely ill?" I asked.
His forehead felt cold — colder than his hands. Perhaps, since he just woke up from his hundred years of slumber, he wasn't thinking straight?
The three reasons were all utter nonsense. Even a peasant found it outrageous.
Holding his twinkling gaze, I slowly retracted my hand. However, Samael caught my wrist midair.
"Huh?"
"That's not how you check soone whose ill, right?" He smirked, and I didn't know what he ant.
Unconsciously, I stopped my feet from tiptoeing. Simultaneously, he slowly guided my hand down before his hands cupped my cheek.
Before I could take action, Samael slowly placed his forehead against mine. My breath instantly hitched and my entire body froze.
My shaking gaze glimpsed at his closed eyes. His breaths wafting my nose, slow and steady. My pulse flicked against my skin harder. And my heart… I could hear it pounding right in my ear.
What's going on?
"Your silliness is aggravating… and at the sa ti, rewarding." His tone solemn and warm.
My mind blank. This stance was how my father checked my temperature as a child. I picked this habit since then and used it to check the children's temperature.
However, I've only done this to those children. That's why…
That's why it felt weird that he had mimicked it with . Samael was too close, I might choke to death or my heart would explode if its rhythm didn't stabilize.
With our foreheads against each other and the apex of our nose kissing, I remained silent. Fighting this silly heart of mine for beating for the wrong reason.
He should stop… I don't want to…
As if he had read my mind, Samael slowly retracted his head away. However, he didn't step back and kept his close distance. His hands still cupping my jaw, guiding to look at him straight in the eye.
"Yes, I think I was gravely ill called insecurity. But now, I'm cured." He smiled subtly, his eyes brimd with gentleness.
"Thank you, My Lady."
He added. I tried to force a smile on my lips, but as if my face was paralyzed, I couldn't.
I could only stare at him, being drawn by the irony and contrast flickering in his crimson orbs. Was he a kid to think he got cure just by that?
Don't be silly.
"So!" Whilst my silence, Samael smacked his lips and grinned.
"Did we agree to the sa conclusion?"
He queried, but my mind couldn't process what he was pertaining to. Before I know it, I nodded.
Upon seeing my unconscious response, his smile grew even brighter than the torches. It still appeared as wicked as the first ti I've seen him, but it wasn't as terrifying as I thought it was.
"Great! We're getting married!" He excitedly withdrew his hand from and clapped his hands, nodding encouragingly at .
Huh… we're getting married.
We're getting married…
We're getting…!
As soon as my mind processed those words, I snapped back from my trance. My eyes instantly widened as I blinked them countless tis.
"What?"
"Let's tell everyone about it. Fabian will arrange our engagent! Co!" Elated, Samael grabbed my wrist and dragged with him out of his underground dwelling.
Part of wanted to pull my hand away. But I ended up being dragged by him, and I ended up not protesting.
"Milord," On the stairs going up, I called out softly.
He was holding , leading the way. I glanced at his shoulder and noticed the side of his lips curved up.
It was not the usual smirk, nor it was a smile. It was sothing else. The next second, I heard him mutter,
"If you're going to change your mind, do it now, Lil." Without looking back, Samael muttered.
We didn't halt in our tracks. And I didn't look away from him.
"You're with a selfish man, Lil. Once we exit this long stairs, you'll be trapped with … forever."
He added. My lips parted, yet no words ca out. I should change my mind… but deep down, part of looked forward if his first reason was possible.
Unconsciously, I balled my hands into a fist as I clench my teeth. Soon, the door ca to my sight, but my initial urgency faded away.
"We're close." He announced under his breath.
He sounded like he wanted to struggle and protest. His steps slowed-down, giving more ti to change my mind.
Alas, I had already decided.
"Mhm," I let out a low hum. "I'm in your care, milord."
Soon enough, we reached the end of this long stair and we're welcod by the blinding lights in the mansion. Just like the end of the long tunnel, we ca out together, leaving our sorrow, sufferings, and grievances along with the darkness.
When we're out, Samael cast a broad grin while I looked at him silently.
"You're mine now." He announced happily.
If this was a dream… soone want to wake up.
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