[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345: Drunken Kitten Seducing the Deranged Archduke

"Anya," Xion slurred the name. Even if it was just a word, it still left a bitter taste on both of their tongues.

The Northern lord knew countless names — but hers wasn’t one he had heard before.

Or maybe he did, but it wasn’t important enough to remember. Though now he was regretting it.

There was this woman who somehow managed to seduce his darling, and he had no idea about it. Not to mention, there was also Bianca, who was eying Xion as if he were some sort of prize to win.

Xion is mine. Always. With one smooth motion, the Archduke had pulled Xion onto his lap.

The drunk healer let out a surprised little squeak but didn’t resist. He almost melted into the embrace due to his instinct.

After all, he was safest when he was with Darius.

A palm settled low around his waist, gently rubbing it. The Archduke was coaxing Xion to answer him. "Who is this ... Anya?"

The girl who’d cornered Xion on his wedding day with a bunch of other nobles. She even called him a temptress to his face, which honestly was as bad as calling him a prostitute.

He’d thought nothing of it at first. Honestly, to him, this group was like kids who seemed ready to stir up trouble for the sake of it.

But later, when Gerogie Maximus explained what they had been implying, he’d finally understood just how cruel they were being.

They were trying to disgrace him, and if he didn’t manage to handle it, that would have proven the point that he was indeed not worthy to stand beside Darius.

All because that little sparrow, Anya, dreamed of becoming a phoenix by marrying into the Darkhelm clan.

So even now, even in his drunken haze, his mood still soured at the thought of someone seducing his lover.

Without thinking, he clung to the person.

His arms curled around the elf’s shoulders, nuzzling closer, as if hiding his face could erase the sting of that memory. This little drunkard even went so far as to wipe the stickiness from his face while he was at it.

And through it all, Darius’ hands moved over his back with deceptive gentleness. Long fingers patting softly, coaxing him to speak more.

"Tell me," Darius crooned near his ear. "Tell me all about her, my dear. What did Anya say to you? What did she do?"

His tone was intoxicatingly sweet. But his eyes... they were entirely a different story.

The dullness in his eyes stirred, like a predator who’d already decided how many pieces to tear her into.

And Xion, still too drunk to notice the darkness coiling under that tender touch, simply mumbled everything.

"They called me a temptress and... And said that I wasn’t worthy of you. Please don’t be seduced by Anya, okay?"

He pleaded softly. "I really won’t do anything to hurt your reputation. I will be a good boy..." he glanced up, blinking his wet eyelashes. "Can you like only me?"

The Archduke stilled. The ripple in his gaze intensified.

Oh, goddess. Darius actually prayed to a divine being in this kind of situation. Please give me patience so I won’t devour Xion right on this table.

So this was what his baby had been worrying about all this time?

There is no one in Xion’s mind other than me.

Was that not such a delightful thing? So delightful that it should be celebrated by offering the goddess a few corpses as a sacrifice.

"I can only love you," he said, his thumb gently rubbing the corner of the watery eyes to wipe the tear away.

"There was only one Xion, and it will always remain like this."

Xion didn’t speak. He snuggled into his chest and let himself be rocked gently, like a fool in the arms of his beautiful menace.

"So, you will love me?"

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