The Assassin And The King [Completed]

|Chapter Fourteen: Little Birdie In A Trap|

As the first streaks of sunlight peaked through the open space of the cave, Valerian squinted his eyes against the harsh light falling right onto his face.

Pushing away the messy dark strands out of his forehead, the king stretched his limbs sniffling a yawn. Out of habit, he turned to lay his back down on the cemented floor only to jolt up into a sitting position and hiss at the stinging pain that followed. He ran a hand through his hair realizing the wound hadn't healed completely yet.

A small smile rose to Valerian's lips as his mind drifted back to how Kaitlyn's face had turned all shades of red when he'd teased her about her intentions not being right while cleaning the wound. She'd thought he hadn't seen it in the dark. But the girl had no idea he was a creature of darkness and his sight was crystal clear when surrounded by it. He'd simply let her believe he hadn't noticed the blush.

He loved the way the feiry girl turned flustered around him. He knew it wasn't in her nature to blush easily and yet whenever he'd tease her, she'd turn red. And as sadistic as it may sound, he enjoyed seeing her reactions with every single of his cells.

Valerian didn't understand why he felt so rebellious around her. It's was like all the walls and mask he conjures up around others cracks around Kaitlyn without any thought. Whenever she was next to him, he felt the desperate need to keep her safe, to make her smile and even irk her at times just so that he could see her annoyed expression or flustered face.

He was a man of few words yet he acted like a blatant flirt around her and he had no regrets, which was odder than Marilla having chocolate with ketchup.

On cue, the raven turned to the girl sleeping adjacent to him a few feet away. Not having any control over his actions, he found himself scooting closer to her.

Bringing his hand forward, Valerian gently tucked the hair falling on her face behind her ears. His hand grazed across her cheek in the process and he smiled at the tingles that rose onto his skin at the touch.

In the back of his mind, he knew the reason for all of his jitteriness when with Kaitlyn but he didn't want to succumb to that part. He'd lost far too many people close to him just because they became a pawn in the ploy to get him down. Eleanor and Marilla were still in danger due to him. He wasn't going to add one more person to the list.

No matter what happened, he'd just allow himself to have those few moments of peace and teasing when they were alone. The other times, he'd stick to the cold act. That was probably the best for both of them.

Slowly leaning forward, he placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, so feathery light it was barely there. Almost instantly, he felt her heart rate pick up and her body stir underneath him.

Without waiting a second more, Valerian rushed back to his side within a blink of an eye and returned back to pretending to be asleep.

Kaitlyn who had felt something soft touch against her forehead, narrowed her closed eyelids before they snapped open. She looked around through her hazy vision still clouded by sleep for any person in sight only to find Valerian laying far away from her.

She yawned sitting straight up. As her wandering eyes roamed around the closed cave, it suddenly widened at the sight of a door behind the sparkly willow tree where there had been a plain stone wall yesterday night.

"Where the heck did that door appear from?" She spoke out loud staring at the door as if it were a dynamite about to explode.

Valerian who heard her exasperated voice bit back a smile before he schooled his amused features and turned towards Kaitlyn.

"The door is only visible during daylight, Miss Winchester. Part of the enchantment Dulcamara cast." He explains, his voice hoarse.

Kaitlyn glances his way. Her heart lurches to her throat as she takes into his messy hair and hooded eyes. Ignoring the sudden spike of her heartbeat, she looks back at the door.