Chapter 104 — A Small Scratch
"I won’t die because an arrow scratched my hand," Cynthia scoffed.
"A scratch?" Lucian raised an eyebrow, looking at the deep wound on her hand.
Cynthia nodded.
"Your Highness, you should stop putting yourself in danger like this," he sighed, letting out his frustration. It seemed she had sworn to embrace every danger around her without caring about her own safety.
"When have I ever done that?" Cynthia smiled as if she had truly never done anything where her life was in danger.
"You drink poison for me then become unconscious for a week, you fight demons like a knight despite being a woman and injure yourself, you catch a flying arrow as if you were catching a flower thrown at you..." He paused, to catch his breath.
Cynthia looked at him, blinking in surprise. Did he keep track of everything she did so far? A soft chuckle escaped her. It wasn’t that bad to put her life in danger, after all. At least it had some effect on him. Enough to make him, a heartless and cold man, agitated and run out of breath.
"My, are you worried I might die? But you are the one who would be the happiest if I were to, Your Highness," she slowly approached him, keeping her gaze locked onto his.
"It’s not like that. As I said before," he paused, his gaze moving around as if he was searching for something— an answer to her question. "I simply don’t want another war," he finally replied.
Cynthia halted her steps, giving him a faint nod of agreement. That was indeed the only reason for which he would ever show concern towards her. Yet her mind raced as she tried to understand why he had been so caring recently. Was there a threat she wasn’t aware of that could initiate a war? Because he never behaved this way in her past life once the peace treaty was signed between both of their kingdoms.
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