bookpower Chapter 276: Trails of Light..
Chapter 276: Trails of Light..
chapter 276: trails of light..
"i'm sure you are quite busy, but please pardon my rudeness...."
the voice cut through the silence of my room, and i turned, expecting to see either the duke or snow.
after all, they were the only ones i thought would have any reason-or means to visit me here. but who would have expected this?
standing in the doorway was someone i had gone to great lengths to avoid.
someone i had taken every precaution not to attract the attention of.
yet here she was, in my room, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
'princess sophiel.'
she was the last person i'd anticipated coming into contact with, especially like this.
i had deliberately kept our interactions professional and minimal.
i avoided her gaze during our first meeting as much as i could, and whenever we were forced to speak, i ensured our conversations were polite but brief.
yet now, here she stood, defying every effort i'd made to steer clear of her.
"i won't go into lengthy details as to why i'm here, so i'll keep it short," she said, her tone calm yet direct. "riley hell, do you believe in fate?"
fate? was this some kind of prank? a cryptic riddle?
how did she even get in here?
this room was personally provided to me by snow, and as far as i knew, only snow and i had the keys.
yet clearly, that wasn't the case.
"what do you mean by that, princess?" i asked cautiously, unsure of her intent.
"it is exactly what i mean," she replied, her voice unwavering.
her cryptic response only deepened my confusion.
where was this question even coming from?
and, more importantly, what did she want from me?
as i tried to piece together her motives, i couldn't help but notice the state she was in.
her appearance was... uncharacteristic for someone of her status.
the dark circles under her eyes suggested she hadn't gotten much sleep, and her attire-if it could even be called that-was less than appropriate.
she was still wearing a one-piece nightdress, and though her gray cardigan covered most of the details, it was still a tad too revealing.
her disheveled state was so out of place that even her maid, who stood just behind her, seemed uneasy, as though silently apologizing for her mistress's unconventional behavior.
the fact that i was still buttoning up my shirt didn't help ease the awkwardness of the situation. though it seemed like only the maid and i were aware of how much it added to the tension, i couldn't shake the discomfort.
i knew princess sophiel's character well.
she was the type to act dumb, innocent, or foolish when it suited her to manipulate, distract, and disarm her targets. but right now, she didn't seem to be acting.
there was no guile in her expression, only a strange mix of seriousness and something else i couldn't quite place.
she walked forward with deliberate grace, her bare feet barely making a sound against the floor, and sat down on the small couch near my bed. crossing her legs with a casual confidence, she looked at me expectantly, as though she had all the time in the world.
"so," she repeated, her tone light but insistent, "do you believe in it or not?"
i paused, weighing my words carefully. "...although i'm not exactly sure what you mean by believing in fate, if you're speaking in general terms-yes, i do believe in it, princess sophiel," i said finally, my hands working to finish buttoning my shirt.
i mean, how could i not?
most of what i was striving toward was to deter my pre-determined fate of death.
and the system itself-the very thing that guided me in this world-was practically a confirmation of fate's existence.
moment.
before i could process what was happening, she grabbed my left hand and placed it firmly on her waist. "what do you think of my body?"
her eyes bore into mine with a rare intensity, as if she were searching for something beyond
words.
then, with a trembling voice, she delivered her final question: "what do you think of me, personally, without the guise of being a princess?"
"princess-" i started, my mind scrambling for a way to respond, efore i c d finish,
she snapped.
"i'm asking you if you like me, riley hell!" she shouted, her voice breaking slightly at the
end, a raw blend of vulnerability and defiance.
"huh?"
the word escaped me in a dumbfounded whisper, the sheer weight of her question hitting me
like
a freight train.
what was i supposed to say to that?
"oh my?"
the sudden sound of a familiar voice sliced through the tension in the room like a blade, the
chilling tone carrying an intensity that instantly froze me-and everyone else in the room-
in place.
the air seemed to grow heavier as if the weight of her presence alone was enough to stifle any
attempts at explanation.
"what do we have here?"
turning around, i felt my throat tighten and gulped hard as my eyes landed on snow, her
figure framed by the doorway.
her sky-blue eyes, as cold and unyielding as the heart of a winter snowstorm, bore into us
with a frostbitten glare that sent shivers down my spine.
i barely registered the visible puff of frost escaping my breath as the temperature in the room dropped drastically, an icy chill seeping into the atmosphere.
snow stepped forward with measured, deliberate strides, her pace slow but purposeful.
the frost seemed to expand with every step she took, creeping across the room as if
announcing the storm that was about to follow.
"whatever could the two of you be doing right now?" she asked, her voice laced with a sweet venom that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
her words, though calm, carried a threat so sharp it felt like the very air could shatter under
its weight. her piercing gaze locked onto mine-or more accurately, onto the position of my hands.
one rested on sophiel's cheek, still warm from her skin, and the other... on her waist.
as if that wasn't damning enough, the proximity of our faces, the slight lean sophiel had taken toward me just moments earlier, only made the situation worse.
it didn't help that sophiel, of all people, seemed utterly unfazed by snow's arrival, remaining composed as though she hadn't just been caught in what could easily be mistaken for a deeply
compromising position.
fuck...