Two Stars Collide: Part 2 - A TCF/LCF Fanfiction

Chapter 393

Long before the sun had risen that morning, the God of Love woke up and quietly prepared for his busy day ahead. Selecting only comfortable, black articles of clothing. Ones which wouldn't show blood should some accidentally spray on him during his upcoming chat with the snake in the dungeon. As his immortal gently pulled his hair into a braid, he adjusted his shirt's cuffs and pulled on a pair of black mid forearm gloves. Hoping to hide his injuries from the rest of his very overprotective family. Thankfully, his lip had healed enough that only a faint mark could be seen if someone was looking at him. No radiance was visible so he deemed it unnecessary to wear a veil. Once he was ready, the youth gave the slumbering children a kiss on their heads.

<Keep what we discussed last night a secret for now.>

-Of course.

Finally, the light knock he had been anticipating came from his bedroom door. Casting another quick glance at his adorable kids, he slipped out of the room and into the hall where the eldest of the mortal dragons was waiting for him. Sharp golds swiftly examined his attire and physical body. Lingering briefly on his mouth. Again the ancient entity did not pry. However, concern did radiate out of him as they walked in silence to the dungeon.

"Welcome, Young Master-nim!"

"Good morning, Commander-nim!"

As the pair arrived at the underground prison, the guards stationed at its entrance respectfully bowed and greeted him. Golds, yellows, purples and oranges spiraling all around them. Their eyes shone as they recalled the battle they had witnessed the day prior. Waving his hand for them to raise their heads, the redhead sternly instructed.

"Don't let anyone except for my family disturb us."

Both humans saluted while shouting in sync.

"Yes, Sir!"

Without saying another word, the 20 years old stoically headed down the stairs towards the lowest floor where the reinforced cells were located. Currently, the members of the Bear Tribe, the Fake Dragon Slayer and the Guardian Knight were the only prisoners being detained there.

<Out of all the captives, the only one who has no use to me is Syrem. Should I give him to the Dragons after I remove his ancient powers?>

They turned the last corner and at last the thick metal doors were in view. Except there weren't any guards as he had expected. Only a familiar dark elf dressed whose face was covered by a veil. Instantly, the deity stopped walking as he took in his fiance's appearance. Wide red-browns fixating on the other's exposed biceps. Whose muscles stood out far more than usual since their owner was crossing his arms. Amusement and pride shone within the brunet's dark chocolates when he saw how his future husband was staring at him.

-Like what you see?

<This cocky motherf***er! He knows very well that he's attractive!>

Suddenly, a forced cough snapped his attention away from the smug prince. Causing them both to look at the blond who intentionally stepped between them. Blocking their view of each other.

"There are lots of prying eyes throughout the city. Please keep that in mind if you intend to join us inside for the interrogation."

A nod showed the other understood the ancient man's words. Then the dark elf almost seemed to melt into the darkness around him. Becoming invisible to the naked human's eye. Even his presence had vanished. Proving that the Future King's stealth skills had improved ever since he started getting mentored by his future father-in-law.

"I'll follow behind like this until we're inside the Guardian Knight's cell."

Satisfied with the mixed blood's response, the golden dragon easily opened the heavy door for the God of Love. Who headed inside without any hesitation. However, the moment the Bears saw his blood red hair, they started to bang on the walls and doors while snarling or shouting slurs. Each trying to either taunt or intimidate him.