Chapter 210: Her Dream Wedding
Opening her eyelids to reveal her tear-glazed eyes, Samantha’s body shuddered involuntarily as she released a shaky breath, and although the morning temperature was pleasant, she could feel her nerves growing freakishly cold that she shuddered once more, instinctively hugging herself to get a hold on her resolve.
The nightmare had ended, and she was back in Ivan’s chamber, sitting up on the comfort of his bed, but even so, she was unable to stop her sobs due to what she had seen. It was so vivid, so sad, more depressing than what she had expected, and just recalling the innocent child who had gone through so much brought renewed tears to her eyes. She had seen everything, why and how he became the way he was... she would never have imagined it, and those... How could his brothers do that to a human child? How did they even get away with it?? Now she wished she hadn’t fed them to her baby plants yet, because if they were still alive, she would make them apologize to Ivan for causing him that amount of pain.
What was even sadder was witnessing the death of both his parents. He had been the first to witness his Father die, and his Mother was no different. How traumatizing it must have been for him, and yet these people refused to leave him alone. When he needed a hug they gave him knives and daggers to hold, they made him into a weapon and still expected him to find peace! Samantha could feel her heart becoming heavy with emotions, and she seriously cried for all the silent aches he endured.
Sniffling back her sobs, her teary eyes moved to the man who was sleeping peacefully, and if someone told her he had to face that many challenges in his life, she would never believe it. He had to bear so much pain all by himself, the loneliness, she could swear she felt every bit of his emotions running through her core and it was just... how on Earth did he survive such a trauma? If she had been in his place, she would have done the same thing as him, and that option would only be susceptible if she hasn’t killed herself due to prolonged depression.
Averting her eyes so she could control her sobs, she failed to notice the flicker in Ivan’s eyes. His ears twitched when he detected her stifled sobs, and that prompted him to open his eyes so he could understand better exactly what he was perceiving. His sleepy eyes glanced at the blonde-haired woman who was wiping her tears with her palms, and her green eyes were displaying tiny streaks of red, as if she had cried terribly.
"Little Lamb?" Fully awake by the disturbing sight, Ivan propped himself up so he could sit properly. His crimson eyes were a display of concern and evident worry when she looked at him, he couldn’t help but ask,
"Did something happen? Was it a bad dream? The Whispers? Why are you–!!" Ivan’s attempt to question her was cut short when she suddenly threw her arms around him. His eyes widened slightly when she hugged him tight– too tight that he could feel his body tense from the emotions that came with her unexpected embrace.
"I’m sorry." She apologized, further confusing him, "I’m sorry for the times when you hoped to hear these words from the people who hurt you, but they never said it to you. You didn’t have to go through any of that... you didn’t deserve that treatment. You would have been better off born in another family than a royal."
"Little Lamb." Placing his hands on the sides of her shoulder, he gently pushed her back so he could look into her eyes. New tears had started to flow freely from the brims of her eyes, and he lifted a hand to wipe them from her beautiful eyes. As he continued to stare deeply into her own, his pupils widened when he mirrored his own past in her green orbs, and a look of recognition dawned on his visage.