The Witch and The Blind Princess

The Strange Encounter

a.n: another update! thank u for still reading their journey w me! I'm sorry that I did drag the story longer than what I expected too :( 

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After Medeia finished embracing Haidee, she carefully helped her to clean her, who had fallen asleep after a long night of passion. Before Medeia washed alone in the wooden bathtub, she used the wet fur towel to carefully clean up all of the milk creams she'd given to Haidee so she could sleep peacefully.

That moment was so tense that it was difficult for her to keep track of how many times she had let her milk drip on Haidee's. It was too much milk that it couldn't stay inside Haidee's.

Almost every space in their room, from bed to chair to table to the ground, was used to vent their rage at each other. Resulting in many scratches, biting, which they both gave to each other.

But it was Medeia who suffered more from the teeth marks, and the nail scratches.

Medeia was about to fall asleep on the ground after dressing both of them. But, unbeknownst to her, she was lying next to Haidee. Despite the fact that Medeia was worn down, her emerald eyes would not shut.

Those emerald eyes, which had witnessed so many traumas, had become colder as a result. It appeared to be alive, however, due to the woman who was peacefully sleeping next to it.

The emerald eyes were taking advantage of the fact that Haidee had fallen asleep as the only chance to appreciate her without fear of the hyacinths glaring at them with resentment and loveless.

Medeia let out a small sigh, as she spoke quietly, "Soon, another man will take my place in your heart and life. Another man will fall in love with your body, just as I did tonight. Another man will age alongside you and become the father of your children."

Her heart ached as she continued to stare quietly at the sleepy Haidee. Her fingertip brushed against Haidee's lips before caressing her cheek with her forehand knuckle.

She couldn't help but confess to her, even if she was only confessing mentally.

'Haidee. What I am right now is not my true self. I'm basically living with another person's identity, memories, and heart. What I felt for you might not be what my true feelings are, because apparently as for now, I am her.'

'Now that I'm gradually losing her memories, I'm hoping that it was her who loved you. I sincerely hope so. I hope that person is the one who loves you. Because if the real Medeia, who resides within me, were to disappear, there is a possibility that I was the one who loved you.'

'That is why, Haidee. I really hope that it was her who loved you. Because, when we separate our way, I want to forget about you and stop loving you.'

'I may act as if I am the strongest witch out there. I mean, I am. I fought so many wars and battles in life. So much pain, so many losses along all the way.'

'But the pain I feel from you, it was on another level. I can't take it anymore. It's too much for me. My heart was aching so badly that the pain from the sharp sword paled in comparison.'

'Huttign said that loving someone makes you stronger, but what I'm feeling now is weakening me. When it comes to you, I'm so frail.'

'It was horribly painful for me, Haidee. Even now, I want to rip my heart out and scream at her to stop hurting me. I mean, I was hurting enough. Too many heartbreaks, compare to happiness.'

'I believe I don't deserve such happiness and peace because I am a sinner. Even the Gods and Goddesses forbade me from having children. Poor Atlas and Ciel. My blood is too... dirty, to let it flow into their veins.'