[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Saved by Cuteness

Xion fiddled with his fingers. His back was slouched as he sat on the edge of his bed. Ah, correction. It was Rael’s bed.

The difference between his assigned room and this luxurious one was the size. Bigger space, bigger lights, bigger bed, and bigger everything. Except for the ephemeral lodger of the room.

Rael was sitting on the chair in front of Xion. Their knees brushed slightly whenever Xion so much as shifted. Hence, he sat there stiffly, waiting for Rael to speak.

For the first time, Xion felt like a child who had done something wrong, while Rael was the adult about to scold him for his mischievousness.

Xion kept looking at his fingers. They were long, marred with a few scratches he had gotten from earlier tussle. The bloody gash on the whiteness looked more serious than they actually were.

A sigh brushed against his ears. Xion lifted his eyes slightly, catching sight of Rael’s stern face before his raven-black lashes fluttered downward once more.

Rael still did not speak. They had been sitting there like this for the past ten minutes!

Rael was glaring at Xion, well more like scowling at the wounds on his face, and Xion, being the scaredy-cat he was, chose to remain silent.

Even though Xion would disregard most of the things related to aristocracy, there was one thing he never forgot: never openly disrespect the noble hierarchy.

So, now he patiently waited for Rael’s anger to lash at him.

"His grace is angry that yah all." Berry had warned them earlier.

Actually, Xion had not taken it seriously until he saw the fuming Rael.

"Sit."

That was all the boy said, and now Xion found himself fumbling for words. His little toes curled over one another, as if silently reassuring themselves that they were not alone.

But Xion was.

There was no baby Noxian, no brother Allen. No one to share the sudden oppressive weight pressing down on him.

Rael only asked Xion to come over and let the other two leave.

The injustice of it all!

Xion only thought so but dared not say it out loud.

A tiny finger lifted his chin up. Even if Xion wanted to he could not avert his gaze now. Not when Rael’s pale green eyes locked onto him.

For a brief second, Xion had the absurd thought that Rael was looking straight into his soul.

How ridiculous...

"Um, Your Grace-"

"Who gave you permission to hurt yourself?"

Xion snapped his mouth shut. What was he supposed to say? I did? Who are you to ask? I’m my own lord?

Yeah. Any of those would bring him closer to death. Best to stay silent.

"You are mine now." Rael’s voice was low, tight with barely restrained anger. "My healer. My person."

Each word came out sharper, heavier, as if branding itself onto Xion’s very existence. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

Rael is such an angel, Xion mused. The only one to apply medicine on him was he, himself. Such gentleness, though coated under slight anger was worth his efforts. Was it not?