Chapter 250: Birds of a feather flock together
Stroking the soft, fair cheek, Natha couldn’t help but smile at the steady movement of Valen’s chest. He never forgot how hard it was for Valen to fall asleep soundly without painkillers in the past, how irregular his heartbeat was as he closed his eyes. It was hard to see it when he looked so healthy, so lovely, but Natha never forgot.
Because he swore to never let Valen experience such pain and hardship again.
Here, every night, he would stare at his beloved sleeping face, listening to the steady sound of heartbeat and soft breathing, and send his prayer and gratitude that Valen could sleep peacefully.
Only then would he fall asleep, making sure Valen was safe in his embrace.
But not tonight. Not yet.
He leaned down and kissed the ebony hair, lingering for a few seconds as he inhaled the scent of spring and summer which never failed to warm his cold body. "Sleep tight, sweetheart."
He climbed out the bed and put on his coat. "Keep him safe," he said to the darkness, and came out of the bedroom.
"He’s asleep?" Zia looked up from the couch, closed her notebook and stood up as her Lord Uncle climbed down the stairs.
"He might be fine physically, but today’s event would have tired his heart and mind," the Lord said, signaling to the servant for a cup of coffee.
Zia sighed and plopped down on the couch again. "Figures. It couldn’t be easy facing people who want him dead..."
A loud sound of crackling fire came from the hearth, as two blazing pale blue eyes glowed from within the orange glow. "You should have let me burn them."