Chapter 12: All I’m lacking is a super long hair
Have you heard of a fairytale about a princess being confined inside a tower? Apparently, it was quite a common trope.
I just never thought I would be joining their ranks.
This was the time when I was thankful that Valmeier didn't have blonde hair or blue eyes. His color scheme seemed to be based on the genes of druid and dryad mixed in his blood, with ebony hair and eyes the color of rich green leaves, like the heart of the forest. It was kind of weird, however, that he had the same face as me, only healthier looking.
If he had the typical princess appearance, I would have flipped out during this sudden turned-into-a-bride situation. Why? Because I certainly didn't want any 'Hero' to come up and break me out of the tower.
At least, I didn't want that hero kid to come here before I got my full dose of the Amrita.
Besides, it wasn't that bad, staying in Natha's lair.
It was certainly miles better than living under the scornful gaze of envious priests in the capital's monastery. Or in the rundown inn after I blew out Valmeier's savings in that unfair debt contract.
My only concern—if it could be called a concern—was that I had to stay in his bedchamber, the room he took me to the first time. He specifically ordered me to, even though there were other bedrooms in this tall and big tower.
When I asked him why, he was quiet at first, and my back was sweating because I had thought he got upset again. It wasn't until he cracked a smile that I let out a breath that I hadn't even realized had been held. The next thing I knew, his lips were already right on my ear.
"Because you're my bride," he said, before his cold lips pressed to my cheek, prompting me to shiver involuntarily. Whether it was just a physical reaction from the cold or something else, well...
And then he vanished, and here I was, the next morning, sitting dazedly on the bed and trying to comprehend that everything wasn't just a dream.