Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Liliana
Julia and Anna quickly dressed me up in a simple village dress so I wouldn’t look weird for our village festival’s date.
1 agreed when Damian suggested we escape the ball together for another night, and we quietly left the scene together.
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It was then that he told me he would take me for a stroll in the village night market, which is a sight because of the ongoing festival. However, I would need to change my dress for that, and he would do the same.
Right now, I am dressed in a dark blue pinafore plaid dress with long–sleeved white blouse and a high collar. There is lace detailing on the collar and it looks pretty.
My dress flows to my ankles and I have paired it with ankle boots and a blue bow in my hair.
I quickly stepped out of the room and Damian was standing right in the front. He didn’t come inside and instead went to his old room which he still often uses, to change with Adolf’s help, the only one who is allowed to do so.
I didn’t move when my heart suddenly fluttered like the wings of a trapped bird when I saw him dressed in a poet shirt, black trousers which hugged his thighs snugly and black boots.
He appeared as if he wouldn’t grant mercy upon anyone and set everyone’s heart on fire with his charms and I do not wish for that. My heart is enough for his charms.
I felt my cheeks warm up as I thought so and I shyly let my gaze fall to the floor when suddenly I felt Damian wrap his arm around my
list before he pulled me into his chest.
“Shall we go. Liliana” His voice was a whisper and I shivered with the way he let my name touch my skin. It sounded spect
from him. The fire has started.
He has started planting his embers on me, starting with my name and my heart has already started getting warm.
He held my hand and led me through the corridor which opened to another staircase towards the far end of the second. floor which I hadn’t used before.
He took me down the stairs and turned to the right, walking through another corridor which ended on a wooden crafted door. I wondered where that door opened because it was my first time seeing it.
Damian swiftly unlocked it with a passcode and it opened to a beautiful glass greenhouse.
“Wow” I unconsciously mumbled and felt Damian slow down as we walked on the cobbled path, spread in the centre of the beautiful greenhouse.
I was able to watch the whole greenhouse from both sides while walking down the white–pebbled path. It was alive, the plants were green and lively, swaying with the night wind and moonlight as if calling out to us for each of their stories.
“My mother built it: Damian suddenly said and I looked up at him. His tone was serene but filled with longing when he suddenly chuckled mirthlessly. “Of course, my real mother”
“It’s beautiful. She must have put a lot of care into each plant. They are vibrant” I said and he smiled.
“Yes, she did” He answered quietly, smiling genuinely this time.
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He must really miss his mother. I have never seen Damian vulnerable even if it was for a split second before he stoned his face back into the alpha of the south everyone knows him as.
The rugged barbarian of the battlefield
However, the Damian, I saw right now was a lonely son who yearned for his her. My heart ached but I couldn’t say anything. I too, lost my mother when I was very small.
I don’t even remember her face now. I have only ever seen her in a portrait. She was so different from me yet so pretty. I have my
father’s characteristics, amber eyes and caramel brown hair while my mother was a pretty blonde with dark brown eyes, almost appearing black in some of her paintings.
My older sister, Iris has shiny blonde hair, just like our mother. The little I know about my mother is all through her and her little stories of our childhood.
I loved spending time with her before she got married and went ar away. After that, we seldom met and I couldn’t even meet her for the last time at my wedding before I got disowned.
I wonder whether she knows about it or not.
I gazed over the greenhouse with nostalgia and longing remembering my childhood filled with Iris and Mom’s stories. before I glanced at Damian who was no longer looking at his surroundings.
I kept looking at him fondly before my gaze fell on our entwined hands. We have been holding hands a lot this night. Before too, he held my hand and…AH!
I stared at our interlaced hands again and with every stride and movement of our hands, I could see the dagger wound which had started to heal.
He denied bandaging of his palm from the physician earlier and I couldn’t say anything. It was a deep gash and I was worried but Damian didn’t let anyone tend to his hand except for a flimsy hanky he accepted from me, I managed to give him in haste.
He has removed it now and is walking barehand without any medication. I know, we werewolves heal quickly but disregarding your injuries is pure carelessness and idiocy.
“How is your hand now? Is the wound still there?” I asked, exerting a little force on our hands glued to each other and he stopped walking.
All of a sudden the air around us changed, it wasn’t menace nor an air confiscating pressure but still a nervousness crept into my heart making my heart work to make its presence known.
“Well, don’t you worry a lot for a small petite woman? Or do you do it because you aim for some kind of…perhaps reward?”
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