The Refuge of Fate

Chapter 87 - Drunk

"Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream..." Footsteps echoed through the dark and empty hallways. It was now past midnight though one would never guess it was with how the place was always shrouded in darkness.

Though it wasn't entirely pitch black. A drop of yellow-orange hue aside from midnight strokes were mixed with the canvass of the atmosphere as the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling provided light to the ghostly walls of the palace.

"Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily..." The footsteps echoed again when the voice subsided but it didn't take long for the man to finish his silly song.

"Life is but a dream..."

"Really, huh."

"Mhm..."

Silas swayed his feet back and forth as he was being carried in the arms of a man with midnight hair.

"What would you do if you suddenly wake up from all of this and find out its just a dream?" Ciaran asked out of nowhere in which Silas hummed as he thought of a response.

"Well, I would go back to sleep and continue this dream."

"Right." Ciaran chuckled when they reached their room. "Open the door for me, my love," Ciaran pertained to the knob of the door and Silas willingly obliged. He reached for the knob and turned it and at the same time, the vampire king pushed the door with his foot and stepped inside the room.

"How about you?"

"Hmm?"

"What if you wake up and find out this was all a dream?"

"I'd go back to sleep too."

"Hehe, you're just like me, honey."

Ciaran, who was about to lay Silas on the bed, halted for a second before looking at the silver-haired man who also looked at him with big, dreamy eyes.

This was something the phoenix must've warned him about earlier.

"Are you trying to seduce me right now?"

"Seduce?" Silas asked and his face contorted into that of what looked like an innocent man who did not know or have a clue about what his lover meant at all.

Shaking his head, the former laid Silas on the bed and as he was about to pull the blankets to cover the young king, Silas grabbed his hand. The two locked eyes for a few moments until Silas broke the silence.

"Uhm... W-Would you..." He stuttered and his cheeks reddened.

Ciaran's eyes widened and he had to fight the urge to do anything inappropriate at the moment. He turned his head to the side and covered his mouth to stop himself from chuckling.

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"What happened to him?" Ciaran inquired as he gently carried Silas in a bridal style position. The young king was babbling and muttering incomprehensible words that was too silent for him to hear.

"He is overstimulated as of the moment as too much magic was overflowing just a second ago. The air was filled with his released raw magic and as he was continuously exposed to it, this is the result."

"What you're saying is he's drunk?"

"Mhm."

"Drunk from too much magic, huh."

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Ciaran then felt something tug at the sleeves of his clothes. "Lay with me, honey," Silas offered and when he turned his head to look at the man again, Silas had scooted to the side and gave space beside him.