Chapter 109: The spy girl
When Kaisun carried her back to their room, sleep had already claimed her. He kissed her, hungrily, reverently, and pulled her into his arms, where she melted against his chest’s warmth. Only then did he realize she’d drifted off completely. Her exhaustion was etched into every breath she took, so obvious even a child could’ve seen it.
He didn’t bother dressing her this time. Instead, he cradled her close beneath the sheets, his arm draped protectively across her chest. For once, he wanted to stay in this moment, to dissolve into the quiet of her zeal. He knew too well she might wake in the morning wearing that guarded mask again, cold, composed, unreachable.
But when her lashes fluttered open hours later, she leaned in and kissed him softly.
"Whoa," he whispered against her lips, caught off guard by the sweetness of it. "Wife, are you trying to seduce me?"
She shook her head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Let’s just kiss for now," she murmured. "We move slowly."
He almost laughed. Almost. Gods, he wanted nothing more than to take her right then, but he held back. They were still cloaked in mourning. Their people’s blood hadn’t yet dried in the dirt. Passion could wait.
They dressed in silence, the stillness between them was soft and unspoken. Moments later, Gloria arrived to set the breakfast table, her movements quiet, precise, grief woven into every gesture. Kaisun invited Rail to join them in the private dining space within their chambers, his voice steady but warm, trying to pierce the fog that had wrapped itself around the man’s spirit.
"Sit," he said gently, gesturing to the chairs. "Both of you."
They ate quietly. Not awkwardly, but solemnly, as though the air itself still carried the echoes of the battlefield. When the last bite was swallowed, Rail set his utensils down and broke the silence.