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He held the sorrowful girl in his arms, lowering his head to kiss her hair. She, naturally fragrant, had her scent spread throughout the room due to her tears. Rafas displayed an unusual tenderness, embracing the heartbroken girl and softly whispering in her ear, "Shuang'er, be good, don't cry. With me here, you'll be fine."
"Who are you... who are you...? My father is dead, Shuang'er has no family left, Shuang'er has become an unwanted orphan... sob sob sob..." In an instant, she seemed to forget everything around her. Memories of leaving the capital flooded her mind—endless war, cries everywhere, her father refusing to escape, insisting that he would fall alongside the Great Yan Kingdom.
Wushuang trembled all over. Yes, the Great Yan Kingdom was truly gone. The enemy had breached the city and invaded the palace; everywhere were fleeing maids and eunuchs. How could she have forgotten? It was really gone, gone...
Yan Wushuang sobbed softly in his arms. This was the first time Rafas encountered such a side of her—helpless and pitiful, like a discarded kitten curled up in his embrace, her delicate shoulders shaking from crying.
For the first time, Rafas treated a woman with patience. He had bought her from a club simply because she bore some resemblance to that wretched woman. However, his treasure surpassed her; her allure was irresistible to him. He made an exception and kept her at home for the first time, but her fiery temperament often ignited his anger.
"Baby, are you hungry? Shall I have the kitchen prepare something delicious for you?" For the first time, he lowered himself and gently coaxed her in a soft voice. He disliked seeing her with a sorrowful face; even the best luck would be washed away by that.
At this moment, Wushuang resembled a docile little animal, obediently nestled in his arms with tears at the corners of her eyes. Occasionally, a glimmering teardrop could be seen on her eyelashes. Rafas brought a robe for her to wear while a maid delivered dinner. Seeing the young lady tightly embraced by their master on the big bed made it clear that he treated this lady differently.
The maid dared not look too long; she merely stole a glance as she pushed the dining cart in before quickly exiting the room. Rafas cut a small piece of steak with a knife and fork before lifting Wushuang onto his lap and feeding her bite by bite with chopsticks.
Watching her unfocused gaze made him wonder if that fact was so important. The Yan Kingdom had fallen over a thousand years ago; he couldn't understand what was going on with this little thing. However, he had to personally take care of her. Once she felt better tomorrow, he would make sure to reclaim what was lost.
Moonlight streamed through the glass into the room as Yan Wushuang fell into a deep sleep in his arms. In her dreams, she saw again the scene of battle during the siege—bodies and blood everywhere—standing alone on an empty field while soldiers shouted around her. Terrified, she suddenly pushed away the man in front of her and sat up in panic.
"Ah... ah!" She cried out in pain; dizziness overwhelmed her as she tightly hugged her head, furrowing her brows in distress. This sight left Rafas at a loss for how to respond.
"Baby, it's okay; relax and lie down. With me here, everything will be fine!" Rafas tried every means to soothe her and called Shouya from the base overnight. Within ten minutes, a handsome man dressed in a white shirt and matching vest appeared at Wushuang's bedside.
Seeing the unfamiliar man made Wushuang lean towards Rafas in fear; she thought he was going to give her to another man, causing panic within her. Shouya was like a prince charming—skilled in medicine and always dressed in pure white wherever he went.
"Miss, try to relax; you'll feel better soon and your headache will go away!" Shouya's handsome face resembled Hanae Rui from F4; his voice was surprisingly magnetic when speaking to her. Although Rafas's voice wasn't bad either, they belonged to entirely different types of people.
One preferred black attire and usually wore an icy expression; if he smiled at all, it would only be for two minutes—first because he had plotted something for her in his heart or second because it was extremely rare for genuine joy to appear on his face.
"Who are you? I don't seem to know you. What are you doing to me... it hurts, what do you want...?" Shouya, without saying a word, immediately administered a sedative, which also contained medication for her headache. After his examination, he found no apparent issues.
Rafas watched anxiously nearby, wondering what Shouya was up to. After Shouya injected Wushuang with the sedative, her previously struggling body gradually became quiet. The effects of the drug took hold quickly, and soon Wushuang felt her eyelids growing heavy and fell asleep unknowingly.
The woman, naturally fragrant and with an alluring face, had just been looking at him with her sparkling eyes. Her fair and smooth skin was something every man dreamed of marrying, yet she had been taken by the sect leader.
"How is her condition? Why did she suddenly have a headache?" Rafas asked as he watched Wushuang drift off to sleep. For some reason, he was particularly concerned about this matter.
"Analyzing the current situation, it seems she must have experienced some sort of stimulus that reminded her of unpleasant past events. Given time, she will recover; it's nothing serious! However, I'm more curious about how you managed to bring back such a beautiful woman," Shouya replied candidly, unafraid of offending him. It had only been a few days since they last met, and he had hidden a real fairy at home.
Rafas had always disliked others prying into what belonged to him, and this time was no different. A warning glance from Rafas silenced Shouya before he could finish his sentence.
Receiving that murderous look from Rafas, Shouya amusingly closed his mouth and began taking out the latest medical instruments from his medical kit to carefully examine the sleeping beauty.
"How is it? Does she have any health issues?" Rafas asked after standing aside until Shouya completed the entire examination process.
Shouya organized the instruments and turned to him with a professional response: "I conducted a thorough examination. Her constitution is relatively weak, but that can be adjusted. As for the headache, there's still no identifiable cause; the only reasonable explanation is related to her thoughts."
"What does that mean?" Rafas disliked people who spoke in circles. If it weren't for the fact that this person was in front of him, he would have dragged him out long ago.
Looking at the beautiful woman on the bed, even in her sleep, her brow remained furrowed. It was clear that something weighed heavily on her mind. He knew better than anyone what kind of temperament their esteemed Solomon sect leader had; perhaps it was precisely because she encountered such a man that she felt so troubled.
"I performed a brain scan and found no issues at all. What I mean is that there is something in her inner world that has become a source of distress for her—something that makes her very troubled or sad and unwilling to accept reality. Whenever she thinks about it, she experiences headaches; that's what I mean!" Shouya observed the man's demeanor and noted that he still appeared cold.
An unacceptable matter? Absurd! Could she really be a princess from A Thousand Years Ago? Who was Rafas to believe in such nonsense from a woman? But if she insisted on being one, then so be it!
Just as they stepped out of the room, Faisal walked in unexpectedly. Seeing both of them coming out together surprised Faisal; they seemed to have just exited Lefas's room. Usually, aside from cleaning staff, no one would casually enter his bedroom. What was going on today?
Shouya carried a medical kit, a charming and radiant smile constantly on his face. In contrast, Rafas had a cold expression; the silver mask had already been in place before Shouya arrived. The emotionless Silver Mask was as cold as its owner, devoid of warmth.
"What’s the occasion tonight? Why is everyone gathered here?" Shouya approached and patted Faisal on the shoulder. The three of them had been partners since childhood. However, Shouya had a much more fortunate upbringing compared to the other two, who were groomed as assassins by their master from a young age. After debuting at eighteen, they spent their days in a cycle of killing and being killed.
Faisal shrugged off his delicate, woman-like hand and focused his gaze on Rafas: "I have important matters to discuss; not everyone has the luxury to just wander around like you do!"
"What urgent matter?" Rafas knew that Faisal's purpose for coming was not trivial. If it were something minor, he could have just called.
The three entered the study. Although Shouya was not interested in the matters at hand, since he was there and it was urgent, he decided to listen in.
"Smithtony has spoken; Smith Annie will be coming tomorrow. As her fiancé, if you want the show to continue, you need to meet her in person. You can't let your fiancée travel all the way from England without even showing your face!" Faisal had received a call from England that evening and discussed arrangements with Smith for several hours before driving over to talk about tomorrow's plans.
"You're going to marry that socialite and make her the mistress of Solomon?" Shouya listened quietly, but their conversation surprised him. That woman's reputation was well-known; he couldn't understand why he would…?
Both men shot Shouya an exasperated glance for interrupting; this kid never cared about anything yet still managed to talk nonsense—he was practically asking for trouble.
Realizing he had misspoken, Shouya quickly picked up a magazine nearby and pretended to read it while the two returned their focus to their previous discussion.
"This is your castle; why not bring her here to stay? It would show more sincerity!" Faisal had already thought through most of it; it just depended on how Rafas felt about it.
"No, she doesn't have the right to come here yet. Arrange for her to stay at the villa instead; she can do whatever she wants there without anyone stopping her!" A glimmer shone in Rafas's eyes as a perfect plan began to form in his mind. Tomorrow, he would finally meet his so-called fiancée.
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