(From Detrius's Perspective)
"Not anymore..."
"Just one more round?" I begged.
"No... My body hurts. We did it three tis already," she said, covering herself with the blanket. "Are three tis not enough for now? We will do it again at night anyway. It's noon, honestly!"
"Ha, okay," I sighed and sat up. "We are doing it at least four tis tonight."
"... Hmm..."
"By the way, what were you trying to say before? About a man or sothing..."
"You didn't let start properly," she grumbled. "Well, I saw a man today on the street."
"You got down from the carriage?" I asked.
I clearly stated that she should not get down from the carriage unless she reached the Count's mansion or ca back to the palace. I was not just worried about her running away. She could be in danger if she got down no matter how many knights were with her since it seed dark mages were after her. No matter how powerful knights were, they could not match up to the power of dark mages.
"No, I did not," she replied and I cald down. "We were in the carriage and then Perita opened the curtains since I was not feeling that good. That's the mont I saw him, my father from the dream. This ti, he had blue eyes just like mine."
"I stopped the carriage to see him properly. But the surprising thing is that no one other than could see him," she added. "I asked Abel to bring that man to . But he could not even see him. Ruby and Perita could not see him either. I did not get down the carriage since I did not know his intention.
When we were going away, he kept looking at ."
"Are you sure it's that man from your dream? You said he was wearing a hooded cloak and a mask that covered his whole face except his eyes," I said.
"No, it was him," she said strongly. "I am sure! He was wearing a hooded cloak and a mask this ti as well. I am not wrong! Trust , it was him!"
"I understand, honey," I held her shoulders and pushed her back down as she got too overwheld. "It's not like I don't trust you. I was just trying to make sure that you are right about what you saw. I can think of a reason for the change of eye color actually."
"What is it?" she asked eagerly.
She was lying on her side holding a fluffy pillow tightly while I was sitting beside her. Every ti she looked so cute, I got the urge to touch her. The main problem was- she always looked cute. I clasped my palms together to stop myself from touching her all the ti.
"If he is really your biological father, then he surely has blue eyes. This ti, he knew that you will see him or he knew you will go that way. That's why he made sure he shows you his real eye color so you get an idea that he is your father. You see, a person will naturally get curious and will want to know who their real father is and want to et him.
Well, it's completely strange since I won't feel that way. Anyway, he thought that you would try to et him if he showed up out of nowhere and intrigued you. He is sure that you have a feeling that your father is behind it all," I explained.
"And about the dream- I think it was not intentional. Luc wrote in a letter that he has never heard of a case where a twin can experience what the other twin is experiencing through a dream. It's unknown, but it's obviously not impossible since it happened to you. So, I think that dream is sothing your father doesn't know about.
If he knew, he would have made sure to say things that will make you curious and you will want to et him. He did not have blue eyes at that ti because he perhaps went sowhere hiding his identity as much as possible. He did not bother to change it back that ti."
"Well, there is a possibility," she mumbled. "Honestly, it's too much. What does he even want? He wants to join him? Then what? It's not like he wants to have a father-daughter relationship with ."
"He just wants to use you," I said. "Don't fall for any of his tricks. He will just use you. He will manipulate you. Well, it's not like you are falling for his tricks anyway. You did not even get down the carriage.
I think he wanted you to get down the carriage and try to et him since only you can see him. Or perhaps he just wanted to intrigue you and give you a sign or sothing."
"Hmm..."
She touched my bare back unconsciously and started tracing her finger up and down, drawing sothing there with her finger. I looked at her in surprise at her bold move and found her thinking about sothing deeply.
"Dem, I can really trust you, right?" she asked.
"Of course," I replied.
"You are telling the truth?"
"I am."
"You don't want for power, right? You want because you love , don't you?"
"Yes," I said without pausing. "I love you and that's why I want you. I don't want to live without you. It doesn't matter if you are a dark mage or not, if your power is awakened or not, I will love you and want you regardless."
"That's good," she smiled as if she was in pain. "I don't want to be the trophy of the ga of power."
Her smile made my heart ache. I hated that smile from the beginning. I wanted her to smile because she was happy, not like she was losing all her hopes.
She sat down and hugged around my shoulder. She rested her head on my shoulder. "Love forever, okay? I think I am being too greedy, but I can't help it. I need your love, your affirmation, everything. Well, it would be a good thing if you were not in love with to the point of obsession.
But as long as you don't cross the line, it's fine. I just want you to always make sure that you are in love with and that you don't want because of my power. At least you... you should be with for real."
"Baby, you know, I am always going to be with you. You should not worry about it at all since I am the one worried that you will leave . Even if you don't tell , I will stick to you forever. I am not leaving you, and neither I am letting you leave . That's the type of husband I am."
"Mm, you better be telling the truth," she mumbled.
"I am," I said. "Honey, why don't you sit on my lap? You can hug better that way."
Without a word, she wrapped the blanket around herself and tied it to her chest. Then, she climbed on my lap and hugged tightly, placing her legs on either side of mine. When did she learn to be so bold? These days, my wife was surprising a lot.
"I want to go out tonight," she said. "Let's go on a date."
It was the first ti she demanded sothing. I chuckled. I wished she would be like this more and ask for more things since I was going to give her everything she wanted.
"Sure. Let's go on a date."
"I want to go to that restaurant that you once reserved for our date but we could not go," she said.
"Is it possible?"
"Of course. Anything you want is possible," I said.
"Thank you."
"I told you not to thank for trivial things. I think I told you this when we first t as well," I said.
"Yeah," she laughed. "You were like- don't thank for such little things, my bride, or you will get tired of thanking . I was kind of scared that ti. Now that I think about it, it's kinda funny. Rather than a wolf, most of the ti, you are like a little kitty who wants attention. My little kitty!"
"..."
'What exactly is going on? Have I heard it wrong? Have I finally gone mad or is it my wife who has lost her mind? Who will ever call a kitty? And little? I am more like a statue at this point...
Has she lost her point of understanding heights? Should I take her to the doctor? Litle kitty- it's too much...'
"Babe, sleep," I said.
"Yes? Why?"
"Sleep and wake up only after you have cleaned your mind. You seem to be saying baseless things right now," I said.
'Please sleep and never say such things again, I beg of you.'
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