I DIDN'T EXPECT THIS FATE.....OR RATHER THE CURSE

Part 7

As we were yanked into the bushes, both Duke Ringard and I found ourselves in an entirely different dimension. The duke lost consciousness immediately upon arrival. A small, misty entity approached me and handed over a note in black color. Unable to read it conventionally, I relied on my "future glancing ability" granted by my eyes, and it proved effective.

It read:

Dear Laura,

If you're reading this, I'm likely no longer alive. I deeply apologize for leaving you to endure life with that monster. Your father isn't the man you believe him to be. I once overheard him discussing plans with his soldiers to eliminate me in order to exploit the power of your eyes. Despite my efforts to shield you from him, it seems I failed. That monster aims to conquer the world using your abilities in collaboration with a sorcerer.

I feel compelled to warn you in advance: do not surrender your life to him, as I did. Seek out the white nine-tail fox; it will guide you through this mission. You might question why you should confront your father, and the answer is both complicated and straightforward. He seeks a person capable of performing rituals in exchange for power, willing to sacrifice the entire population to attain godhood. However, there is a significant flaw in his plan...

My eyes began to bleed once more, yet I pushed through and continued.

Flaw... He requires a mythical weapon that I once possessed. As you embark on this journey, remember never to utilize this power until you locate the weapon. You will uncover fragments of my memory while gathering the components of this weapon. Cleanse his soul, which has been cursed by the sorcerer.

With love,

Laira Natalee Emberstone

by concluding the reading, the letter disintegrated into ash. Upon our return to the garden, my eyes inexplicably continued to bleed. The Duke, now awakened, grew anxious, ready to make a scene. I hushed him by placing a finger on his lips, prompting a blush and subsequent calmness.

Returning to my bedroom, I intended to sleep on it and reconsider everything the next morning. However, the Duke, with a longing gaze, pulled me into his arms and embraced me. Inquiring about the unusual occurrence, he expressed a desire for a kiss, a request I found rather endearing but chose to decline. As I cleaned the blood from my face, he indulged in some alcohol, prompting my caution against excessive drinking. Alas, he had already imbibed too much. Feeling a sense of awkwardness, I quietly slipped out of the room, whistling to myself before he could notice. Despite my sympathy for leaving him alone, the need for rest prevailed. I could sustain myself through extended periods of sleep, a skill honed during my years of confinement. My powers thrived with increased sleep, and to confront his majesty, I required additional strength. A minimum of four months of undisturbed sleep was necessary. threading towards the library, I found myself forcefully carried back to the bedroom by the Duke, who adamantly refused to let me go.

Duke's POV:

I found myself in a dilemma when she left the room, desiring more time with her. After contemplating for a minute or so, I dashed out and brought her back with me. Despite her angry protests to be put down, I ignored them, walked into her room, and locked the door. Angrily questioning what was happening, she demanded an explanation. I, in turn, asked for a kiss. Though she refused with a pout and fidgeting, I wasn't willing to give up easily. Making her sit on the bed, I requested a kiss once more, to which she smirked and declined. Taking matters into my own hands, I made her stand up and kissed her on the lips. Ah, her delicate lips were incredibly soft. The air around us crackled with anticipation as we engaged in a gentle collision, a delicate dance of vulnerability and desire. Time seemed to stand still, and in that fleeting moment, the world outside faded away. The taste of her kiss lingered, sweet like the promise of something new. As I pulled back, our eyes met, revealing an unspoken understanding.

18+ WARNING 

 Lauras pov:

I tried to stop him but I lost control of my feelings... he started kissing me nonstop.....I could barely breathe.....oh hell the feeling was like a sword stabbing into my mouth but instead of hurting it was healing. he soon pushed me onto the bed and stared at me deep in the eyes

As he was still gazing into my eyes, the butler unexpectedly entered, urgently requiring attention. Spotting us in bed, he hastily retreated. Realizing the situation and feeling embarrassed, I began to scream, visibly upsetting him. I pulled him onto the bed, apologized, tousled his hair, and added, "Don't forget to lock the door next time." Despite his insistence that he had locked the door, I assured him it was fine. Still pouting about the incident, he slowly joined me in bed. After a few minutes, he grabbed onto my hands like a child and fell fast asleep. I gently tapped his head and soon drifted off to sleep beside him.

The following morning, I awoke to find him dressed in his uniform. Greeting him with a yawn, I wished him good morning and flashed a gentle smile. He seemed to blush again, earning a giggle from me. Curious, I inquired why he was headed to the castle on his day off. He shared that the previous night, the royal guards were attacked by the enemy kingdom, sparking a declaration of war. Concerned for his safety, I asked if he would be alright, to which he assured me that he would fight anyone and everyone to return to my side. Finding his determination adorable, I kissed him—on the lips—and wished him good luck. As he prepared to depart, I requested that he not disturb my slumber. He nodded in understanding and left for the castle. Little did I know that would be the last time I saw him... as I drifted into a deep sleep... and awoke later, based on what I was later told...I slept for...