The Villainess Wants To Retire Chapter 114: Water

Heat sparked low in my stomach.

Familiar but also not, because I’d felt desire before, had felt it twisted into obsession and possession and all the toxic things the first tiline had made of my emotions but this was different.

This felt clean. Honest. Like wanting sothing because I actually wanted it, not because so invisible hand was pushing toward predetermined plot points and scripted romance.

I think... I wanted him.

And that terrified enough to break the mont before it could go sowhere I wasn’t ready for.

"If you don’t let breathe," I said against his shoulder, voice rougher than intended, "I’ll burn you where you stand."

The threat was playful. Mostly playful. Definitely edged with enough genuine bite that he’d know I ant it even if I was joking.

He laughed.

Small and quiet and filled with so much relief it made my chest ache all over again. His grip loosened, not releasing entirely but giving enough space to breathe, to pull back slightly so we could actually see each other instead of just clinging together like drowning people who’d found driftwood.

He t my gaze, and gods, those eyes were entirely unfair. Ice-blue and warm at the sa ti, which shouldn’t be possible but apparently was when Soren looked at like I’d hung the stars instead of spent most of my life trying to burn them down.

"It’s good to have you back, Your Majesty," he said, voice rough with exhaustion and emotion and sothing that sounded dangerously close to affection.

The words landed like blows.

Because he ant them. I could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his thumb brushed my cheekbone like I was sothing precious instead of poisonous.

And I had absolutely no idea what to do with that.

But still, I needed to move.

Needed to test whether my body still worked, whether the fire that had been trying to cook from the inside out had left anything functional behind, whether I was still or just a collection of scorched parts held together by stubbornness and Soren’s ice.

I shifted in the water, pulling away from him properly this ti. My muscles protested imdiately, stiff and aching like I’d been running for days without rest. Which, given what little I rembered of the temple and the screaming and the dragon waking inside , might not be far from the truth.

The water moved with .

Not in the normal way water moved when bodies displaced it. This was deliberate. Purposeful. Like the liquid itself was aware I’d stirred and wanted to investigate what that ant.

A tendril rose from the surface.

Slowly. Carefully. Ford with such precision it looked almost solid, almost like a hand reaching out to touch sothing it found curious but potentially dangerous.

It approached my face the way one might approach a wild animal, cautious, respectful, ready to retreat if necessary.

Then it touched my cheek.

The sensation was strange. Not quite solid, not quite liquid, but sothing suspended between states that my brain couldn’t fully process. Cool but not cold. Gentle but with an underlying strength that suggested it could be anything but gentle if it chose.

The tendril moved down my jaw, along my neck, across my shoulder. Learning through touch. Mapping the texture of my skin and the heat still radiating from my pores and the faint pulse visible in my throat.

I stared at it, equal parts fascinated and confused.

"Where are we?" The question ca out quieter than intended, tinged with awe I didn’t bother hiding because what was the point when I was being caressed by sentient water in a cave that sang.

Soren shifted beside , and I could feel his gaze on my face even before I looked at him.

"Not where I’d planned to take you." His voice carried that rough edge that ant he hadn’t slept nearly enough. "But I’m happy we’re here regardless."

I tore my eyes away from the water-tendril, which had moved to my arm now, still exploring and looked around properly for the first ti since waking.

The cave was... impossible.

That was the only word that fit. The crystalline walls didn’t just glow, they sang with color. Blues and whites and silvers that shifted and changed depending on how the light hit them, on how the water moved, on sothing I couldn’t identify but could feel humming beneath my skin like a second heartbeat.

The formations above us looked carved by divine hands instead of ti and erosion. Too perfect. Too intentional. Too beautiful to be anything but deliberate creation.

And the water itself glowed like captured starlight, like soone had taken moonlight and made it liquid and poured it into this sacred space where physics were suggestions and reality bent to accommodate wonder.

It felt wrong and right at the sa ti.

Wrong because places like this shouldn’t exist, couldn’t exist, had no business being real when every legend said they’d vanished with the gods themselves.

Right because looking at it, being in it, made sothing in my chest settle into place, made feel like I’d found sothing I’d been searching for without knowing I was searching at all.

The words left my mouth before I could stop them:

"Does this place belong to Aenithra?"

Soren’s eyebrow arched, and that smirk appeared, the one that was equal parts amused and impressed and entirely too attractive for soone who looked like he’d been through the apocalypse.

"Yes." He said it simply, like confirming the existence of a myth was the most natural thing in the world. "We’re in the River of Aenithra."

I blinked.

Processed.

Failed to process.

"But..." I looked around again, at the impossible beauty surrounding us, at the water that moved with purpose and intelligence, at the cave that existed outside normal reality. "That’s a myth. No one’s found it since the age of our forefathers. The stories say it vanished when Aenithra did, that it’s been lost for centuries."

"That’s what everyone thinks." Soren’s tone suggested he was enjoying my confusion far too much. "Only those who’ve seen it know it’s real."

I paused, frozen between disbelief and the evidence literally touching my face.

Because the tendril was still there. Still exploring. Still learning what I was through textures and temperatures and the faint tremor in my hands that suggested I was more affected by this revelation than I wanted to admit.

My gaze dropped to the water itself.

To the way it glowed blue-white and moved despite having no current. To the way it had welcod Soren when he’d entered, had recognized him as sothing precious, sothing it wanted to protect and cherish and keep safe.

To the way it was treating now—cautious but curious, cooling but not overwhelming, like it understood I was fragile in ways that had nothing to do with physical strength.

Then my gaze shifted.

To Soren. Still in the water. Still watching with those winter-bright eyes that saw too much.

And I really looked at him for the first ti since waking.

His clothes were wrong.