Reincarnated Into The Darkness

⊹ ₊ Chapter 28₊ ⊹

Katherine De Windsor

"Every fucking time I leave her alone with you, she always ends up fainting!" The familiar loud voice rang inside me.

What's happening? I want to open my eyes but I can't.

"It happened just two times. . ." Another voice explained.

"You guys were alone for two times!" The voice yelled again.

Who are they...?

I popped my eyes open to see Darcy and Vincent standing in front of my bed arguing about something.

"D-Darcy..." I mumbled enough for him to glance my way.

"Katherine. Precious." He quickly came towards me and held my hand and the look of his face says how much he is worried about me.

"I-..." I tried to speak but my chest still hurts.

"Shh.." He put his forehead on my hand. "You'll be fine. You'll be alright."

I didn't say anything but quietly listened to his calm voice. I feel so blessed to his face. The way he is holding my hands and the way he is worried about me. I really thought I'd die today. But did I get another chance?

"Katherine..." Vincent's voice bothered me which bothered Darcy too.

"Enough!" He shouted at him. "The carriage will be ready and it's not an option, Your Majesty. You are asked to go back to your Empire. Right. Now." Darcy glared at him and he nodded.

He looked hurt but I guess he understood that if he stays here he wouldn't be alive for too long. He then left.

"Darcy..." I whimpered.

"Yes, Precious..?" He kissed my hand and rubbed his cheeks on it.

"I was so scared." I began to cry, non stop.

"Yes, precious. Cry as much as you want." He hugged me tightly and passionately like he wouldn't let me go. Like his shoulder was my home. His chest that was beating too fast was calming me slowly but I didn't stop crying.

All these pressure in my head and all I could think about was Darcy's concerned face in front of me. I should thank Alan for killing me because I wouldn't get to see this side of Darcy caring for me ever.

Knock. Knock.

"W-Who..?" I flinched.

"It's alright. It's the Saint. He will cure you in no time." He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"D-Don't leave..." I squished his hands tightly, afraid to let him go.

His eyes softened, "I'm never letting you go, precious." He kissed my hands.

I nodded.

After Darcy commanded the Saint to enter, he did and I was stunned by the beauty of this handsome man standing in front of me. No wonder why people call him the Saint.

He looks young, beautiful, innocent, kind and pure. Like no sins can touch him. They are scared of this man.

"Greetings, Duchess. I am Karnal Dú Vencher." He bowed. "It is my honour to finally meet the Duchess of Rumours."