Chapter 77 - Driving Him Crazy (1/2)

As Rhys examined her, though, he noticed that her balance seemed unsteady. Sure enough, she came stumbling forward, Rhys quickly broke Lyn's fall, ”Easy there,” he said.

Lyn thanked him, ”Thank you,” before she pulled back. Rhys frowned slightly, 'does she hate me that much?' He shook his head, this isn't the time for that.

He nodded and turned to the man on the ground, ”Your sisters, men?”

”Yes, there should be a mark on the cloak he's wearing.”

Rhys, however, couldn't care less about that, just now - the bow she used. It was covered in darkness, and seemed to wrap around her arm, ”That bow?” he muttered.

”I've seen it in my nightmares lightly, and when I woke up just now because of the noise. When I pictured it, it appeared in my hands,” Lyn trailed off, ”And then, it happened again, what happened earlier in the bath.”

Recalling something Rhys read before, his gaze dimmed more. This girl, it really is a curse after all. When he first started to investigate her, he wasn't actually sure whether it was true or not. But after much observation, and after he started training her. Rhys noticed it, once in a while when Lyn displayed more power, and strength beyond her usual, the mark on her arm would glow. But this was the first time hearing of it grow all over the girl's body.

”You didn't freak out this time?”

”I did, but,” Lyn paused, ”Then I hugged Kazuya and felt better.”

That's where that idiot went. He left the investigation to get ahead start. Rhys sighed, head star? It's not like he is competing with Kazuya. In fact, Kazuya acting like a love-struck idiot like this is good for him. If he continues this way when the Sound Kingdom elders come by and visit, or when they return and he gives the report, then things will turn in his favor. For sure Kazuya will mess up the report, then this mission will go back to him.

”Rhys, could you take me to Kazuya now? I still feel sick; I want to rest,” seeing that she was on the ground. He paused, if she's going to rest, she should sleep on a bed. Not like there isn't enough. He crouched down and carefully slipped his arms under her and pulled her close. Lyn was light, and it was easy to pick her up. Still, he made sure that she was secure in his arms. Lyn snuggled her face against his chest, her head just under his chin. Rhys walked down the hall, deep in thought.

Though this trip is to fetch a valuable item, Rhys actually had other plans, 'Get closer to Lyn,' was one of those things. Honestly, this was the best opportunity for him to get closer to her.

If he bent his head to breathe her scent and perhaps kiss her lips in the process, well, no one was there to see, and the hall wouldn't talk.

After walking for a few minutes, eventually, he stopped at the sliding door to the inn room and stared at it. If he left her here, he wouldn't be able to stay with her. Rhys wanted to make sure that there were no more enemies around. If he brought her to Kazuya, she would most likely sleep peacefully in Kazuya's arms till morning. However, Rhys shook his head. He isn't going to waste this good chance. When she gets better, she would probably kill him, hit and scream at him and call him a pervert. However, as of the present moment, Lyn can't do anything.

'My bed it is,' he left the light on, the bed was messy Rhys laid her down on. For an eastern style inn, why do they have western beds? Well, he supposes its better for this occasion. He ran his hand through his hair as his gaze flickered on to the woman on his bed. She just looked so dammed perfect, for a spilt moment all sorts of things appeared in his mind. This was far too easy, getting her here. If he knew things would be this simple, he wouldn't have had to struggle this whole time.

Kazuya's words from the baths echoed in his mind, and he clenched his fist. No, way. He isn't becoming soft. If he wanted to, he could take her right here - it's the perfect situation after all. She's fast asleep, and he doubts Lyn would wake up anytime soon.

He tried to distract himself if he thought about what he did with other girls. Perhaps he wouldn't think of Lyn anymore. But it did little good; it made things worse for him. All Rhys could think about was how Princess Lyn would look like when he did those things to her. How would Lyn taste as he sucked on her pale neck and shoulders? How would Lyn feel if he stroked her skin? What sounds would she make as he entered her?