Cessilia closed her eyes, frowning and looking like she was reliving that pain all over again.
āI... I b-begged th-them t-to stop,ā she cried. āI... I felt my d-dra-... I felt my Cece was in t-too much p-pain to save me... she c-couldnāt t-take it. Her th-throat had b-begun to b-bleed too, without even a c-cut there.ā
Ashen was just as shocked. Dragon scales were amongst the thickest materials, most blades couldnāt cut through them. Yet, Cessiliaās dragonās throat had begun to bleed as a response to what its master was going through... and how much it tried to save her. How long had those two been tortured? He couldnāt even imagine the scene. Ashen had known Cece, and he had always seen them together. The dragon was a reflection of its owner. Beautiful, graceful, kind, and strong. Cece was completely devoted to Cessilia, those two were like one soul in two different bodies. He couldnāt even bear to imagine the scene... the horror they had suffered, to try and save the other.
Cessilia covered her eyes with her palms, trying to calm down her tears, but it was all in vain. She couldnāt stop crying, big tears flowing out now, her shoulders shaking.
āShe... D-Dad c-came t-too late,ā she cried. āMy d-dad and b-brothers found us b-both and k-killed those men, b-but... Cece was already... she d-didnāt move at all. I c-cried. I p-passed out, I had lost t-too much b-blood and my th-throat wasnāt healing anymore b-because...ā
Because she didnāt have Ceceās power anymore. Cessiliaās Dragon Blood couldnāt keep up with the injury, meaning she had been left to bleed out like a normal human being. Ashenās eyes fell on the scars again, a horrible sight he couldnāt look away from. There were so many scars on top of one another. Perhaps twenty, or thirty... he couldnāt even tell. They were all spread out around her throat on the front half, showing how repeatedly Cessilia had been sliced there. If those were the results of when Cece couldnāt share her pain to heal her, this meant this was only a portion of what she had really endured...
Ashenās legs gave out under him. The White King fell down to his knees, shocked and crushed. He had no idea. All these years, he had only felt sorry for himself and regretted a thousand times Cessilia not being by his side. But she had tried to be. The reckless, enamored, thirteen-year-old girl she was, had been ready to give up everything to follow him, and what had she gotten in return? Torture and pain, a tremendous, unmeasurable amount of pain. Ashen couldnāt even breathe, choked up by his guilt. Nothing was as he thought. Cessilia had said it before: he only felt sorry for himself. He only realized that now. He had held on to that dream where Cessilia was growing happily, surrounded by her familyās love and free of any hardships, when in truth, she had lost so much already. Her dragon, and her voice.
Cessiliaās hand moved down to touch her scars with trembling fingers.
āMy mom t-tried to save me... She spent many d-days healing me, c-comforting me. We t-temporarily left the north and the Onyx C-Castle t-to stay at the Imperial P-Palace. I c-couldnāt talk... My th-throat hurt so much, I c-couldnāt utter a sound for nearly t-two years. I g-got d-depressed from seeing my siblingsā d-dragons, so I spent more t-time with T-Tessa... or with my g-grandmother. I got b-better with t-time... After th-that, and my th-throat had healed, it b-became clear I was healed here, b-but...ā
Cessilia sighed, and let her hands fall to her sides, shaking her head slowly.
āI c-canāt... forgive myself b-because I lost Cece. I was t-too selfish and d-dumb. My d-dragon d-died b-because of me... and for a while, I c-couldnāt get any scars.ā
Cessilia suddenly opened her hands, showing her palms. For a second, Ashen was confused, until he saw the cuts that followed the natural lines.
āB-because we c-couldnāt understand what happened to my d-dragon or save her with our own ways, D-Dad let K-Krai t-take her to the D-Dragonās Lake, in the Imperial P-Palace... Th-thereās a legend th-that a D-Dragon God used to live th-there, with immense p-power that c-could even resuscitate p-people. My p-parents b-believe in th-that legend... At first, I really hoped it c-could work. When K-Krai p-put my Cece in the lake, she d-drowned, but a few d-days later, I b-began g-growing scales again when I was injured. I k-kept... injuring myself, t-to see if my scales would t-turn another c-color than b-black, but...ā
Ashen understood. If Cece was to come back alive, the scales would have taken Cessiliaās dragonās real color... however, it had been five years now. He had seen her scales, still as dark as coal... Cessilia sighed, shaking her head. She looked a bit calmer now, but her fingers were still trembling, and she didnāt even try to wipe the tears off her face.
āI c-canāt... heal like th-the others d-do,ā she confessed. āT-Tessa is very p-protective of me b-because she knows th-that. I have those b-black scales, b-but... itās nothing like b-before.ā
She sighed, shaking her head.
āMy voice... I c-canāt speak like b-before either. Mother says itās a c-condition thatās in my heart, not my th-throat. I just c-canāt... I c-canāt speak like b-before.ā
āItās alright.ā
Ashen jumped back to his feet. He couldnāt feel sorry for himself, not anymore. He didnāt want to show Cessilia any more of that, any more of that self-pity, when she was the one truly in pain, the one who had endured all those hardships alone. He approached her and, very carefully, after seeing that she wouldnāt reject his touch, he gently put his hands around her neck, on the sides of her scars. He glared at them, wishing he could wipe it off, and all the terrible memories behind it. He took a deep breath and looked up at Cessilia, his thumb rubbing the tears off her jawline gently.
āItās alright, Cessilia, I... I am so, so sorry for what you went through. Iām really... sorry.ā
She raised her big green eyes at him, and Ashen felt his heart falling.
āIf... If I had known,ā he muttered, āI wouldnāt have asked you to follow me. Not... I didnāt realize. I was young, arrogant, and... blinded by my feelings for you. I had this stupid idea that you and I, we could do it together. I didnāt even consider you were too young and too fragile to endure this. When I got back, and I got thrown into war once more... Several times, I regretted not having you with me, and at the same, I felt thankful you were far from this hell. I... I really had no idea...ā
Cessilia put her hands on his and shook her head.
āTh-that was my mistake, Ashen... I d-didnāt listen to my p-parents. I was b-blind too. I just th-thought about how b-brutally we were separated, and... I just wanted t-to see you, even if it-t was only one last t-time.ā
For a few seconds, the two of them remained silent, just staring at each other with complex feelings. Now that everything between them was out in the open, it felt like a fresh wind had been blown, bringing something a bit new to their relationship. Something a bit exciting, and different. The warmth of the fire and Ashenās hands on her skin were starting to get to Cessilia. She could feel the gentleness in his fingers, and in his dark eyes, read the tormented Kingās thoughts. He looked torn apart, staring at her with regret, guilt, and adoration. He wasnāt good at hiding his emotions from her, and right now, she could easily read his bittersweet feeling, the sour expression he was making while caressing her wet cheeks.
Cessilia leaned forward, hoping for a kiss, but Ashen suddenly pulled back. He was still holding her neck, cupped in his hands, but he had stepped back right away, with an almost frightened expression.
āAshen...ā
āI... I c-canāt, Cessilia,ā he muttered. āI canāt ask you to stay with me.ā
āNo,ā she declared strongly before he could add a word to that. āN-No. D-donāt p-push me away b-because you p-pity me.ā
āI donāt pity you!ā he protested. āI am responsible for what happened to you, Cessilia! I... I have just thrown my anger at you since you came, when I had no reason to! I had no idea what you went through, and I just acted like... like the self-centered bastard I am! How can I even dare to keep you with me now? Iāā
āAshen!ā
She grabbed his face, angrily staring at him and forcing him to look at her.
āI c-came here,ā she said. āI chose t-to see you again, and I d-donāt regret it. D-despite what happened t-to me, I still regretted that I c-couldnāt see you. I... I missed the b-boy I fell in love with b-back then. I... I missed you t-too. D-donāt d-decide what is b-better for me now, or what you c-can do or not. Things are d-different now. I am an adult, and I c-came here b-because I really wanted t-to. When Yassim c-came and said you needed a q-queen, I knew I had t-to come.ā
She let out a long sigh and lowered her hands to his exposed torso, her fingers lingering on the long lines of his scars. The King calmed down a little, and gently moved his hands down to her shoulders, holding her gently.
āI understand... you have b-been through many hardships t-too,ā she whispered. āMy d-dad made you leave when you were only sevent-teen, still a b-boy... I d-donāt want t-to say I am the only one who g-got through hardships, I know t-things were d-different here. I t-talked a lot with Nana too, and she t-told me about it... P-plus, I know you c-could have k-killed th-those men without even a fight. Iām sure th-that woman knows p-poisons th-that c-could have spared you a fight, b-but you d-didnāt choose that.ā
She smiled, a bit weakly given the circumstances, but she didnāt want to hang on to those heavy feelings in her heart. She wished it could be blown away, like the rain and wind battering against the windows. She touched the tips of Ashenās silver-white hair.
āSo it t-turned c-completely white after all,ā she muttered. āItās p-pretty. I like it.ā
He covered her hand with his.
ā...So you really still have feelings for me?ā
Cessilia nodded.
āYou th-thought I d-didnāt?ā
āI donāt know... I was scared,ā he muttered. āEach time I had found peace, it ended up slipping through my fingers again. I donāt think Iāll be able to handle it if I lose you a second time.ā
ā...You wonāt,ā she whispered.
Cessilia sighed, and took a step forward, nestling against Ashenās torso. After a hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her, and tightly embraced her. She closed her eyes, feeling Ashenās moist, hot sigh against her temple. He cradled her head while she leaned on his shoulder, his fingers softly grasping her brown curls. The two of them stood like this, by the fire, hugging each other in silence. They didnāt even need to kiss. Right now, all Cessilia wanted was Ashenās smell surrounding her, his strong but gentle arms, and the quietness of being just the two of them in this room.
After a while, she felt him move, and he lifted her up, carrying her to the bed. Cessilia didnāt resist at all, even as he sat her on the edge of the mattress, and with one knee down, helped her get rid of her shoes, very gently. She couldnāt help but grimace when her ankle moved.
āAre you alright?ā he asked, concerned.
āI th-think I b-broke my left ankle, b-but it d-doesnāt hurt anymore. It will b-be healed by tomorrow morning.ā
Ashen nodded, visibly satisfied. Then, he stood up and grabbed a clean piece of clothing to give her. Cessilia frowned while receiving it. It was clearly a manās tunic, much too long for her.
āFor you to change into,ā he said. āYouāll get sick if you sleep in these clothes, and... I donāt really trust my self-control if you end up naked.ā
Just as he said that, he took off his own shoes, deliberately looking away. Cessilia tilted her head, a bit intrigued. He really wasnāt going to peek at all? She felt a bit dejected and a bit happy at the same time. Although they were going to spend the night together, it seemed like the King was resolute on really only sleeping together... She chuckled but changed into that piece of clothing anyway. The truth was, she had never been naked in front of a man, and felt nervous, even if Ashen really was turning away from her. Not only that, but a part of her was somewhat jealous of all those women who had done things with him in this bed before...