Chapter 100 - Genuinely desire her (1/2)

But did that stop him from thinking about her? Stop him from thinking how beautiful she would look without those clothes on? He is no pervert like Rhys, but whenever he thought about Lyn, he couldn't help himself and while he fantasizes less now then when he first met her. Kazuya never quite got them quite out of his head. A faint seed of desire.

He didn't realize it was her, at least when he first came here for his mission. He tried to separate the Lyn he met back then, and the girl in the mission as a separate person. For a while, he could keep up the act. But the more he spoke to her, the more he saw her - the more that resolve of his crumbled away.

Occasionally he played with the idea of the two of them having a future together, him waking up with her by his side, eating meals with her, holding hands and going to places, holding her in his arms every day. However, whenever that idea came to mind, he would shrug it off. No matter what happens, their future together is already something not possible.

The inn was strangely active today, Kazuya could hear people rushing about. Kazuya slowly got up from the bed and opened the door to their room. Sure enough, he noticed people running about, picking up boxes - and carrying trays. Where did Lyn get to? Kazuya made his way down the halls, lost in his thoughts. All he needed was Lyn.

He caught a flash of black hair outside and went out. The girl was by the well, hunched over on the cold white ground. While the snow isn't as heavy in this side of the Kingdom, it still snows. He quickly made his way across the snow. 'I only need her to be happy. Nothing more than this,' Kazuya recalled thinking such naive thoughts once upon a time.

Lila must have heard his approach. She looked over her shoulder, and Kazuya felt that someone had just punched him when he saw her eyes filled with tears, ”Why are you crying?”

Lyn held her hands and hid them behind her, cloak, ”Nothing,” she whimpered.

Kazuya looked at her suspiciously and sighed. This girl makes it way too obvious. He knelt down in front of her and moved her cloak away before grabbing her hands. Just taking her hands in his caused the girl to yelp in pain; naturally, she would. Kazuya was staring at her hand, examining the damage. Good grief. Quite some time had passed since he'd seen hands as mangled as these. The color of blood filled her fingers and palms, scratches, and bruises too. Lyn must have sensed his anger since she quickly explained the situation.

”You see, I heard from Sir Yuzuhara, there are good medical herbs in the forest nearby. So I went to fetch someone, but when I did,” Lyn trailed off and sobbed, ”The thorns stabbed me,” she murmured.

Geez, how helpless? Yuzuhara? He's dead later on. He certainly hopes his friends didn't let Lyn go to the forest all alone, and where is Rhys when he is needed? Kazuya shook his head if Rhys is here. Rhys would take her from him again, and the two would be alone together. Kazuya tried to ensure that the two aren't left together. Lyn isn't clueless and naive. But the girl lets her guard down when it comes to people she knows.

Fresh tears ran down her cheeks. ”It hurts so much, but I c-can't get them… out!” she sobbed.

Kazuya looked at her and saw how messed up her current appearance was. Her hair was messy and tangled up most likely from wind, her body trembling - she seemed to be limping on one leg too. Despite her current state, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight of her. She's beautiful, in Kazuya's eyes the girl is still beautiful. He can't help but be transfixed at the girl's actions since they came to this village. Even though she knows better than to overexpose herself, she's been talking to a lot of the village folk. She's gotten to know them very well and even created bonds with them.

He's exasperated at her lack of common sense; he's suffering to the incidence with that silly Prince - stepping up and exposing her identity aside. Why did Lyn march up to ring? What if she got hurt?

He grabbed her, wrists, ”Let's get your wounds healed.”