[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 410

Chapter 410: The Bright Morning

Ache rippled through Xion’s body.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a bed.

The smooth sheets beneath him felt like silk, soft and gentle against his sore skin. But the arms around him were anything but. They clamped around his waist like the coils of a python around its prey.

As if that wasn’t enough, Darius had their legs entwined, pinning him in place. Xion was unable to move, let alone sit up.

Not that his spine, pressed to the sheets, would have allowed him to attempt such a daunting task.

A sudden flush crept across his face at the notion that both of them were still very entangled — and very naked — under the warm sheets.

He should have been protesting, really. Maybe wriggling away, but instead, he felt safe, cocooned in that crushing embrace.

He sighed. His lips curled into a faint smile.

After all, breaking free from this grip was impossible. Both in body and in heart.

For all of the ferocity last night, the man now slept like a child. Too deep into whatever sweet dreams he was having.

Yeah, Xion didn’t want to know what kind of dreams they were as something half-awakened rubbed against his thigh.

Never asking about that, he mused to himself, trying to shift so the gun wouldn’t fire off early in the morning.

His body, though, protested even that.

Still sluggish and very much out of strength, Xion tilted his head only for the silver strands of hair to tickle his cheek.

Well, even the hair seemed to be tangling him.

Carefully, he brushed a lock of mischievous hair away and tucked it behind Darius’ ear.

Then he was abruptly struck by the beauty of his husband — the very first thing he properly saw that morning.

But was he complaining? Of course, not.

The sleeping elf merely grunted, rubbed his nose against the expanse of Xion’s cheek, and fell asleep again.

A bigger smile bloomed on Xion’s pink-tinted face.

From this close, he could see how the northern lord’s face relaxed against him. The sharp lines of his jaw softened by the pale dawn filtering through the curtains.

Without the usual intensity in his eyes, he looked almost... cute. Frail, even.

And he could also see how long those silver lashes were as they created a shadow over the high cheekbones.

However, what caught his primary attention wasn’t the handsomeness but the dark circles beneath those eyes.

His fingertips rubbed over them with so much gentleness, as if he were touching something delicate.

Perhaps Darius Rael Darkhelm, for all the tough shell he wrapped himself in, was really just a fragile little boy.

The same boy who had once lost control of his mana when Silas and that group of kids had threatened little angel Xion in his past life.

That habit — that intense protective instinct — hadn’t changed even a little.

When Xion had been blind, he had been too focused on his own despair to notice.

In this moment, he could see it all.

How many sleepless nights Darius must have spent sitting beside him. How the Archduke had gently run his fingers through his hair just so he could sleep peacefully.

I did that, Xion thought bitterly.

And Xion had to admit, despite the shame curling his toes, Darius looked utterly satiated.

"Why can’t you?"

"Not ’I can’t,’ but more of a ’you can’t’ thing."

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