[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 419

Chapter 419: What’s Wrong at the Border?

The higher places were both lofty and cold.

Xion had never liked the cold, yet with time he understood he was bound to remain in it.

It wasn’t just the snow drifting outside the window that made him think so, but also the behavior of the people around him.

Regardless of whether they were his former students, friends, or even someone he was accustomed to joking with, they had begun to maintain a respectful distance from him.

Bard, old man Berry, Allen, and even Ray, all of them would carefully ponder over their words before answering him, fearing that they would offend him.

Only Noxian still clung to him, still called him ’brother’ without any restraint.

Xion, on the other hand, had become a name reserved solely for Darius to call.

Even Bard no longer addressed him as ’young lord,’ as he used to do back in Faymere, but as ’His Grace.’

"If you continue to joke with them, they’ll treat you as their friend, Xion. And that would blur the boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed."

Darius had his arms wrapped around him as they admired the rare starry sky.

Months had passed since they’d last shared such stillness.

Xion couldn’t blame Darius. There was far too much to organize.

Letters arrived daily from neighboring territories, and Xion had assumed they must be for the delayed Winter Ball.

Darius had decided to delay it until the end of the year. And yet they still could find where Michael.

Xion had continued to think that it was all because they couldn’t get anywhere with their search until a few days ago.

The panic on a guard’s face was far too clear, even if they quickly masked it before greeting him with a stiff bow.

It was unnerving.

"Don’t you feel lonely? Like, ever? They treat you with so much respect... and fear. Even Ray is afraid of you."

Darius’ arms tightened around his small bundle of joy. He kissed Xion’s cheek, lips curving in a smile that Xion could feel against his skin.

"Why are you laughing? Did I say something wrong?"

"Not at all, my love. But how could I ever be lonely, when I have you?"

So... was all of human connection meaningless compared to what they shared?

Xion snorted. "Sweet tongue."

"I don’t know. How about you taste and confirm it?" Darius had buried his head in the crook of his neck. Hands slid under his shirt, cold fingers tracing his stomach.

It took nearly three months for some flesh to grow back on his body.

And now Darius’ close confidants were aware of his good health.

The news somehow brought a new wave of joy to their eyes, which Xion found weird.

Why were they so glad?

While Xion contemplated, Darius didn’t stop his wandering hand, and soon they traveled up.

Xion yelped, smacking it away. "Hey! Stop it!"

The Archduke chuckled low, utterly unrepentant. "Ah, but I rather like hearing that sound from you."

"Pervert." Xion buried his red face in the furs.

Darius just couldn’t keep his hands to himself when Xion was so close. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Then it struck him — Zen.

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