My Beloved

Epilogue

In a dimly lit room, shadows danced across the walls. It was as if their movements were replicating the turmoil that was going on in Kaira's unconscious mind. She was thinking of the times when she was a little kid. A man in his forties was trying to catch her as she ran with her little legs. Behind her stood a huge castle, just like the one she was living in now. She remembered the castle and being abducted, or was it just a dream? Was all of it just a dream? Her eyebrows furrowed. Who was that man in his forties, and where was that? In Oasis? But how can that be?

When she tried to feel her body, it seemed like she was bound to a chair. The vulnerability she was feeling right now was all too familiar for Kaira, just like she felt in that dream, the boat one, where she was tied and thrown in a wooden box and soon to be shipped to Thulcandra. Was that just a dream or something else—a memory?

Thoughts like these swirled inside Kaira's unconscious mind, leaving Kaira to feel powerless in the end, a stark contrast to the aura of power that emanated from the figure who now stood in the doorway. The man's presence was intense, commanding the attention of all who dared to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with fierce intensity, and their depths revealed the determination he felt in his heart. With measured steps, he crossed the threshold, his every movement radiating an aura of authority.

"Who dares to treat her like this?" His voice thundered, cutting through the silence like a blade. The hooded figures surrounding Kaira flinched back in fear at the force of his words.

A trembling figure stepped forward to answer him, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I am responsible, sir," he confessed, his eyes darting nervously towards the ground. "I thought she needed to be restrained."

Before he could utter another word, the man's hand shot out like lightning, seizing the trembling figure by the throat. "You thought wrong," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "She is not to be handled with force. She is precious, too important to be treated like this."

With a swift motion, the man delivered a fatal blow, his eyes ablaze with fury. The room fell silent, the wait of what just happened hanging heavy in the air. Turning his attention to Kaira's unconscious form, the man approached her and touched her gently, a stark contrast to the violence that had unfolded moments before. With practiced hands, he untied the ropes that were holding Kaira, his movements deliberate and sure.

As he lifted her into his arms, Kaira stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. Recognition dawned in her eyes, mingled with disbelief, and her heart was full of mixed emotions. Seeing her expressions, the man gave her a tender smile and carried Kaira to a nearby room, its soft light casting a warm glow upon her pale features.

As he was laying her down on a comfortable bed, he noticed that she had already gone back to her unconscious state, his gaze lingering upon her confused facial expressions, her eyebrows furrowed, and her lips slightly parted. He bent and straightened her eyebrows gently with two of his fingers. When he stood back and watched her unconscious self, a sense of protectiveness washed over him. His heart swelled with a fierce determination to keep her safe at all costs and not repeat his mistake from years ago.

As night gave way to dawn, the man remained by Kaira's side. His steadfast determination was proof of his devotion and just how much he cared about her. She was not just anyone; she was his charge and his responsibility, and he would stop at nothing to ensure her well-being.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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