“I don’t talk about this scar to people. And people don’t ask me about it.”
“Why?”
“……”
Because he had survived, and his father and brother had died.
“Do you still not want to talk about it?”
Lakrahan swept up his hair, still damp from the bath.
He hated the voices of others, probing merely out of a moment’s curiosity.
Whatever pain they felt was trivial compared to the sorrow he had to bear.
Yet Bercheria’s calmly questioning voice sounded different from the rest.
Perhaps a sense of expectation that she might understand him.
It was probably possible because she too seemed to bear a pain comparable to his.
Even in that filthy, narrow tower, Bercheria hadn’t hidden her own pain from Lakrahan.
“People of the Kontana Kingdom treat words as they do their own bodies. Like savages, they wield only their blades above it.”
Lakrahan joined the war only after two years had passed since its onset.
His brother and father, whom he thought would return in just a few months, had been absent for over two years, and Lakrahan had turned 17 in the meantime.
He had finally surpassed the age restriction for participating in the war, as specified by law.
Of course, this law only applied to nobles.
“I was a kid who couldn’t distinguish between theory and practice. I was just led by enthusiasm.”
When he arrived, everyone, including his father and brother, was exhausted.
Seeing that, Lakrahan fell into the illusion that he needed to do something.
The arrogance that he could lead this war to victory blinded his eyes.
“I went alone into enemy lines. I thought I could do it. Actually, things were quite good at first. But when the person leading the enemy troops appeared, the situation completely reversed.”
It was a seasoned general who had survived through various big and small battles.
He and the three officers escorting him quickly subdued Lakrahan.
“It was a close call. Had the wound been a bit deeper, I would have died on the spot.”
Following the movement of Lakrahan’s bowed head, the wound revealed itself before hiding back under his shirt.
“My father and brother thought I was dead. So they started fighting for revenge. The standoff between the two camps lasted for more than a week, and eventually everyone died.”
Wyatt, who had joined late, was gathering the bodies for a funeral when he discovered Lakrahan was still alive.
After that, the only reason Lakrahan might have been able to lead the war to victory was perhaps due to his acute sorrow.
He turned his head toward Bercheria.
“That’s the backstory of this wound. So, do I seem a bit foolish now?”
Bercheria slowly shook her head.
She felt stifled, not knowing what to say at times like this.
“I want to offer comfort.”
Upon hearing Bercheria’s response, Lakrahan’s expression hardened.
“How do people usually offer comfort?”
He seemed surprised, perhaps flustered, or maybe even at a loss for what to do.
“I feel like I should offer some comfort because it hurts to hear it, but I really don’t know what to say.”
Bercheria spoke her true feelings, unsure of what to do.
Lakrahan had said something he’d never said to anyone before, and hearing it had hurt her deeply.
Yet Bercheria, who had not interacted much with people, didn’t know how to convey this emotion.
“Ah.”
One thing.
The only compliment she had ever received came to mind.
Bercheria raised her hand and tousled Lakrahan’s hair.
Then, softly curling her eyes, she whispered.
“You’ve held up well. It’s commendable that you survived, Lakrahan.”
He, who still seemed to be holding something back, moved.
With his large hand, Lakrahan enveloped Bercheria’s back and pulled her toward him, swallowing her lips in a single gulp.
[Star icon]It was a mistake.
She knew from the start that it was a mistake.
The moment Bercheria’s hand touched his head.
Lakrahan sensed that he couldn’t suppress his impulses.
Perhaps he had been yearning for this moment ever since their lips first met at the tower.
A moment to feel her even closer.
‘Someone will appear for you, Lakrahan. Perhaps your heart will recognize them before you do.’
Maybe the reason why the empty memories from the war appeared so vividly in his dreams was that his father had wished for Lakrahan to recall those times.
Worried that his youngest son left alone might not even recognize his own feelings.
Still suffering alone from the pain of losing his family.
‘Then, at that time, make sure to carefully watch your heart so you won’t let it slip by unknowingly. Understand?’
Lakrahan tenderly embraced Bercheria.
As the moment deepened, it was not desire, but emotion, that filled him.
These feelings were neither to be ignored nor missed.
Lakrahan was acutely aware of how much he wanted to be with this woman.
Yet.
Could she be a woman he could possess?
Could he, a mere human, possess Bercheria?
Am I giving my heart to someone who I’m certain to lose again?
Complicated thoughts surged in like waves.
His heart filled and then emptily drained in cycles.
He wanted to fully possess Bercheria as he was, but he was afraid of getting hurt.
If Lakrahan were to lose someone again, he might not be able to live with a sound mind.
However, then.
The moment Bercheria’s hand tightly gripped the collar of his clothes.
Lakrahan felt the last shred of his rationality fly away.
[Star icon]As her hot body temperature and scent came flooding in, Bercheria unwittingly closed her eyes.
Though the kiss began without warning, Lakrahan was incredibly tender.
Whenever her body flinched, he held Bercheria even tighter in his arms, and contrary to that, kissed her softly.
Was this a kiss to bring her strength back, or was it impulsive?
Confusion swept over her, but she didn’t want to push it away.
Every time his lips moved, her body trembled and an indescribable satisfaction washed over her.
She knew about the special emotion one feels when embracing someone.
When she had hugged Mrs. Morgan, and even when she had hugged Tatiana.
Though Bercheria had found comfort in the body heat of others she had been starved of all her life, this time was completely different.
If before it felt like sharing body heat, now it felt like Lakrahan was absorbing all of her.
Far from being unpleasant, that fact returned as an even greater comfort, magnified many times over.
It felt like she was leaning on this man for everything.
Her head swirled and shook, as if a loud swarm of butterflies was flying around her stomach.
And that didn’t feel bad.
Pulling her unsteady body toward him and onto his lap, Lakrahan delved even deeper into Bercheria.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
