Chapter 245: To the whistle
Music Recommendation: I hate this place - Azure
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Emily watched Raylen as he spread his arms out on the back of the bench, allowing his head to fall back with his eyes closed, as if reminiscing about the horrid memory he shared with her a minute ago. She had always thought her own mother was difficult, but at least she had never attempted to kill her. On the other hand, Raylen’s mother...
"Your mother was a truly terrible person," Emily whispered, and she saw him turn his head in her direction. As he slowly opened his eyes, revealing the striking blue hue in them, a faint smile formed on his lips.
"She was, but she was still my mother—the only one I have ever known." Raylen’s tone remained nonchalant. "Are you feeling sorry for me, my Princess?" He detected a hint of pity in her gaze.
One would think that Raylen, being the Queen’s firstborn child, whom she had fervently prayed for, would have received her unconditional love. But it had been quite the opposite once she had given birth to other children with her husband.
"I do."
Emily’s unwavering gaze didn’t deter Raylen from continuing to look at her. She felt an ache for him at the thought of the harrowing ordeal he had endured at the hands of his family and others who had tried to kill him.
"I do, too." A smile cracked on Raylen’s lips, and it was only at that moment that Emily realised the unintended implication of her response. "Considering we are in a place that was once a church, we should be married now."
Emily’s cheeks turned pink at his words, and she responded, "’I do’ can mean a lot of things without prior context. My answer was in response to the question you asked." Really, though, this archdemon always liked to tease to lighten the serious atmosphere.
"A pity." Raylen clicked his tongue, lowering his hands to his sides and raising his head upright. He turned his body so that he could face her, his gaze fixed on her in the warm glow of the candlelight, watching her stare back at him with a softened heart.