Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

Drayce stood rooted in place, looking at his wife as she poured out all her emotions. He had longed to see her, and now, as she stood before him, removing her veil, he found himself unsure of what to do. Her confession left him frozen. He had confessed his love for her countless times through words and actions, but none of his declarations compared to hers.

The man who had been forged like iron through countless trials, the man who could be shaken by nothing, was now shaken to his core by her words. It was as if her confession was the only weapon powerful enough to affect him.

He could clearly see that what she felt was true love, not gratitude, and it wasn't because of the flower mark on her forehead. Her heart had truly fallen for him.

His usually calm and rational mind was now a whirlwind of emotions. His eyes, which had barely shed any tears over the years, were now glistening with moisture.

"Dray?" Seren called, seeing him unresponsive, worry evident in her eyes.

Has the curse taken its effect already? Was it a mistake to confess to him?

On her call, he finally reacted and took a note of her beautiful face only to have his gaze captivated by her beauty- striking red-brown hair, flowing in soft waves around her face, her face a delicate masterpiece, with a complexion as smooth as porcelain, her cheeks tinted with a natural rosy hue, pair of rare purple eyes which had caught his heart long back.

Each feature, from her gracefully arched brows to her finely sculpted small nose, contributes to an aura of classical beauty, timeless and utterly mesmerizing. Her appearance was like a gentle, yet undeniable force, captivating and enchanting to him.

Was it reality or a dream?

"Dray?" Seren called again, walking towards him until she stood face-to-face with him, his red eyes meeting hers. Only then did she realize how deeply he was affected, for the first time seeing tears brimming in those red eyes, ready to roll down.

Drayce wanted to respond to her confession, but his throat was choked with overwhelming emotions, preventing any words from escaping. Seren moved closer and hugged him, her hands wrapping around his waist, her face burying at the base of his neck, her own eyes filled with tears.

Feeling her soft body against his, Drayce realized it was not a dream. He moved his hands to hug her back.

After a few moments of quiet, Seren lifted her face to look at him. "I truly love you, Dray."

In response, he reached out to gently wipe the tears from her delicate cheek while holding back his own. He was ready to answer the question she had asked previously.

"I am willing to die with you, Seren. I am willing to follow every wish of yours," he said, his warm hands cupping her cheeks, his gaze meeting hers. "I want you to know, I love you as much as you love me. I don't care about the curse," he moved her hand to his heart. "Right here, in my heart, I know what you feel for me is nothing but love.

For me, it is enough despite the curse's definition of true love. What we feel for each other at this moment is what matters. Even if we die, I will have no regrets, because for me, we truly love each other, and that is enough."

Seren's lips curled into a light smile. This was what she wished to hear: that he felt her love. She placed her hand over his and spoke, "Dray, I am not sure how much time we have left if this curse is to take effect." Discover more on m|vl|e|mp|y|r

"Do not worry," he replied, "before that happens, we will make sure to live as husband and wife. As you said, we will start over from where you regret being left, our wedding night."

She nodded, feeling him lean closer, his lips brushing against hers. "If I had known what you were planning, I would have worn the exact nightdress I wore on our wedding night."

Seren realized she was wearing that same nightdress, which is why he had mentioned it. "It's alright. The color is still the same," she whispered back, their lips curving into light smiles filled with unsaid emotions.

Drayce captured her delicate, sweet lips in his, leading to a tender kiss to which she responded in kind. Without rushing, they kissed each other, savoring the moment as it was the first time they were kissing without any obstacle like her veil or the darkness between them. It was a slow, steady, and meaningful kiss, connecting their souls.

After a while, when they parted, Drayce didn't let go of her entirely, wanting to feel her moist and soft lips against his a little longer.

"Seren?" he whispered, his lips brushing against hers.

"Hmm?" she responded, catching her breath.

"Shall we head inside?"

She raised her lowered gaze to meet his intense one. The hunger he felt for her was evident in his red eyes.

"Yes," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. Deep inside, she knew what she had agreed to.

Drayce stepped back and picked her up in his arms. She responded by circling her hands around his neck, a light blush covering her cheeks. As they entered the chamber, the door closed behind them on its own, blocking the cold air from the balcony.

The slamming sound of the door made Seren acutely aware of their situation. Though ready for it, she couldn't help but feel nervous. She realized that talking about it and actually facing it were two very different things.

Drayce carried her to the bed and gently placed her on the soft mattress. His gaze observed her flushed face, and a light smile played on his lips at her shyness.

Was this the same woman who had been so bold with her confession, demanding to start over from their wedding night, and showing her intention of finally consummating their marriage?

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