We hugged together below the gingko-golden fallen leaves at night when the only light came from the moon and the reflection of fountain water, and he hummed in acceptance. I was just getting comfy hugging him because I just finished panicking and I was tired, but he suddenly lifted me up. I was shocked I didn't make the sound 'princess carry'. This is new. What kind of moves does this man make more? He walked along the garden with my hands folded near my chest because I didn't know where to place them. "Put your hands up my neck and rest your arms on my shoulder." He motioned his arms, loosening his steady grip on me to let me fall. "Freak!" I panicked and wrapped my arms around his neck. He chuckled.
I was higher than him in this position, much more comfortable than the last. I pushed him back, then looked down on him, seeing him smile with glee. I wanted to tease him a little bit, so I connected both of our foreheads together. Our eyes locked in, and seeing his eyes in shock and his forehead dripping in sweat, I chuckled back, closing my eyes in the process. The moon shone at a perfect angle, and the sparkle of the reflection of light lit the scene. I anticipated the wind would blow on my right, so I sat up straight, with him looking up to me, securing my position. Then I looked at the right side, but I was wrong; the wind blew from the left, and my whole hair went on my face, ruining the elegant mood. He looked away from me, and I could feel him quivering, trying to hold back his laughter. So much for a romantic scene.
I acted angry. "Put me down now!" Puffing my cheeks instead of letting me down, he held me tighter, then suddenly walked fast. I hugged his shoulder tight. I was really surprised. He smirked. I got irritated. I told him, "Stop making fun of me." trying to wack his back, I thought, 'If a smirk could get a woman pregnant, I would be positive on my pregnancy test if I checked it tonight. We entered the mansion; he walked up the stairs and didn't let me down. At night, the dark hallways are lit up by magic lamps and chandeliers. Being rich can be really fun, and I asked him, "Am I heavy?" He looked at me, and I was predicting what he was going to say just like 'You're not heavy, you dummy' or 'You weigh like a feather', etc. He looked at me and said, "What do you mean? You Weigh like a normal block of wood." Looking at me like i forgot I'm made of wood, I see; I expected too much.
He walked while carrying me to the bedroom. It's a good thing there are no people around us; if there were, I would have been smashing my face on his shoulders, trying to hide my little self somewhere. The embarrassment is mortifying. He laid me on the bed, and I moved to the side and patted the bed's other side to signal him to lay there also. I could hear his breathing. "Are you serious?" He looked at me seriously—I don't know anything—and said, "Are you not going to tell me 100 years about you? Come here and lay down so I can hear you talk." He looked hesitant. I continued my words: "If you don't want to talk about it, I will wait, but my patience is limited." I lay in bed, turning my back on him. I could feel him lying down in bed behind me. He hugged me tight. I could feel him shivering. I felt guilty for pushing him to recall the 100 years without the person who took the blame from him. I said, "Wait, you don't have to tell me—" My words were interrupted when he whispered, "This is not my first time here." He paused. I was in shock. He continued, "I relive my life again."
'Im invested, i wanna know the whole story' i stilled my body to let him think i was in shock, then told him "that's not possible to travel through time with little amount of energy source" the energy source Im talking is the mages magic stone it does can handle amazing amount of energy but its not enough to make you travel through time, the amount of magic stones you will need can amass thousands of mages that would sacrifice their life but who would do that kind of stupidity. I look at him, waiting for the story of a lifetime, and he looks at me and tells me, "I didn't use magic or dark magic; even demonic magic is out; I just died." I listen and stay silent for a moment, preparing popcorn inside my head and shutting down parts of my brain that are distracting, then I nod and say, "My first 100 years, when you were punished, I started to eradicate the people that voted for you to be punished, then met with the duke at the same time I visited the church at a celebration, and the church floor just lit up with glowing warmth and heavenly healing. I was the only one at the door.
I thought of something since I was part of the church before. There was a myth that says, Once the hero entered the house of gods, the guardians would come down and send blessings to the people near the land of gods and a message that the hero has arrived to finish the demon lord. Then the royal family made an oath that once the hero had arrived, they must grant him one wish. I felt his arms around me relax. I turned to his side, face-to-face with him. I looked into his eyes. He looked at me and kissed my forehead. I'm bamboozled. He smiled sexily. I blushed, then calmed down fast and asked him, "What did you ask for?" It's probably the right to succession in the royal family because the crown prince wouldn't just poison the king without any reason to do so. " I asked for the right to an investigation into the truth of your death. I look at him like he is crazy. "What! Why am I just—" I didn't continue. He looked at me, trying to read me. I cleared my throat and lay quietly. His hug is tight; I can feel his body mass; his body is perfect for him; his abs are not defined, but I can see they could function pretty well. He continued, "They didn't like it at first because what I told them was pointless, but they agreed because of the oath; they didn't know they were going to ruin themselves."