[Discontinued] "God's Beloved" The Lamb x Narinder

Chapter 4: Dinner

The Lamb sighs and wipes their forehead as they enter their cabin. After a long day of taking care of a cult that honestly felt more like a kindergarten, all he wanted to do was flop on his bed and sleep.

But when he opened the door he saw the last thing he expected, Narinder, in his house, cleaning.

The Lamb raises an eyebrow, "N-Narinder?"

Narinder turned around, "Oh, you're home! Good!"

The Lamb blinks, "I wasn't expecting you to be here...I thought you wanted your own home."

Narinder smiles, "Yeah, well...I thought about it....and well...I actually always have wanted to get married..."

The Lamb was a little...speechless, did Narinder just pull a whole 180 about the marriage thing? No, did he pull a whole 180 about...everything? The fighting, the crown, the betrayal.

"S-So you're just...ok now?" The Lamb asks, "You...want an actual marriage?"

Narinder gives a sweet smile that was horribly creepy on him, it did not fit his face at all, "I want to give it a shot....dinner?"

The Lamb raised an eyebrow when Narinder grabbed a bowl from the kitchen's table island, it was a delicious fish feast. Made sense, Narinder was a cat.

"You...made dinner?" The Lamb asks, "I didn't know you knew how to cook..."

Narinder chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Well, I may have picked up a few skills here and there. And, uh, I wanted to do something special for you."

The Lamb didn’t know what to say, "Huh...ex-god making the new god food..."

The Lamb couldn't help but feel a bit of suspicion. Narinder's sudden change of heart and behavior seemed too good to be true. Was this all just a ploy? A scheme to gain trust and then strike when least expected?

Nevertheless, The Lamb decided to cautiously accept Narinder's offer for dinner. Sitting down at the table, the food looked surprisingly good, and The Lamb found themselves relaxing slightly.

They take a forkful and hesitantly put it in their mouth. It wasn't bad, in fact, it was quite good, delicious even. But it was still odd, Narinder wasn't eating.

"Aren't you going to have something?" The Lamb asks.

Narinder rubs the back of his neck, "Oh um...no...I'm good."

"Are you sure?" The Lamb pressed, their fork hovering mid-air. "You went through all this trouble to cook, and now you're not eating?"

Narinder shifted uncomfortably, "I, uh, just ate earlier. I'm not hungry right now."

"Did you drug this?" The Lamb asked, with a serious and tired face.

"What!? No! I didn’t!" Narinder turned away, "I can't believe you could accuse me of that!"

"Well, you hate my guts," The Lamb replies.

"Right, but I have standards." Narinder sighs, "That would be...too easy. Only creeps do that."

The Lamb nods and continues eating, "Well...it's very good...very good um...malewife."

"What?"

"Nothing, don't pay attention to that."

The Lamb soon finished the meal and got up, "Well, it's getting late, you should...be off to bed."

"Wait um...I wanted to ask...what's your name? I don't want to keep calling you just...The Lamb," Narinder asks.

"Oh um...I don't really...have one...or if I do...I don't remember it...sorry." The Lamb looks down.

"Oh...huh...I guess I'll come up with something then..." Narinder gets up and heads for the door up of the cabin, "Anyways um...night?"

"Night, Nari..."

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