The Immortal King (Wizardy Romance)

Destiny's Call+

Charlene, overwhelmed by the chaos and violence she had just witnessed, squeezed her eyes shut tightly, desperately seeking refuge in the comforting darkness that enveloped her. It was a temporary escape from the horrors that had unfolded around her, a momentary shield against the memories that threatened to consume her. Just when she thought she might be lost in that darkness forever, Lincoln's voice broke through the haze of her thoughts like a beacon of light. "You're safe now, my love," he said softly, his tone filled with reassurance.

At the sound of his familiar voice, her eyelids fluttered open slowly, revealing the deep weariness etched on her face, a reflection of the turmoil she had endured. Tears brimmed in her eyes, threatening to spill over as the weight of their recent trials crashed down on her like an overwhelming tidal wave, each wave a reminder of the pain they had faced together. "I'm dirty, tired, and hungry," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, each word tinged with exhaustion and vulnerability, a testament to the battle she had fought.

With a tender smile that radiated warmth and strength, Lincoln swept her into his arms effortlessly, as if she weighed no more than a feather, his embrace a sanctuary amidst the chaos. "Let's get you home," he said, his voice steady and soothing, promising safety and comfort.

Confusion flickered across Charlene's features, her mind struggling to process the reality of their marriage, which felt distant and almost like a forgotten dream, a fragile memory lost in the turmoil of the present. "Home?" she murmured, her voice laced with fatigue, too worn out to grasp the fullness of their commitment and the life they had built together.

"Our home," Lincoln affirmed gently, his warmth wrapping around her like a protective cocoon, shielding her from the remnants of fear and uncertainty that lingered in the air. His words were a balm to her troubled spirit, a reminder that they were in this together, that they had a place to return to.

A small smile broke through her fatigue, a flicker of hope illuminating her weary features, a small beacon of light in the wake of despair that had threatened to engulf her. As her heavy eyelids surrendered to the comfort of his embrace, she found solace in the rhythmic beating of his heart, a steady reminder of life and love amidst the chaos. For the first time since she had been thrust into this nightmare, she allowed herself to drift into a peaceful slumber, reassured that at long last, she was safe in his arms, and that the dark shadows of uncertainty would not find her here, not in this moment of tranquillity.

The coven rebels that had named themselves the Shadow Collective had been dealt with, their threat diminished, and for now, she could rest, knowing that they had overcome yet another challenge together.

Waking up slowly, Charlene briefly found herself confused, momentarily forgetting how she had ended up in Lincoln's bed. The warmth of the blankets wrapped around her had a comforting effect, but as the fog of sleep dissipated, memories began to rush back. When she finally recalled the events that led her here, a wave of shyness washed over her, and she felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. 

Lincoln had brought her back to this safe haven, and the moment he gently put her down, she acutely felt the absence of his body holding her close, the warmth of his embrace fading as reality set back in. It jolted her into full wakefulness. Reacting instinctively, she stretched out her hand and grabbed him by his arm, needing to feel that connection again.

"Sleep, love," he said reassuringly, "I'll be back after I've arranged a few things," his voice smooth and calming, meant to soothe her restless spirit.

Charlene shook her head in protest, unable to hide the worry etched across her face. "I won't be able to fall asleep by myself," she replied, her tone pleading, yearning for his comforting presence as she wrestled with her memories of fear and uncertainty. "Can you at least stay until I've fallen asleep?" Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if saying it too loudly might shatter the fragile peace they had found.

With a gentle smile, Lincoln pulled close a chair from the corner of the room and settled himself into it, positioning himself comfortably beside her bed. Taking her hand in his, he held it tenderly, creating a warm anchor between them. He began to thumb her palm gently as he watched her, taking the time to attune himself to her heartbeat, listening to the rhythm that gradually slowed as she began to relax. It was a subtle, intimate gesture, one that spoke volumes about his dedication to her comfort. He waited patiently, holding her hand until he could discern from the calming cadence of her heartbeat that she had finally drifted off to sleep, the tension in her body easing as she let go of her worries in his reassuring presence. It was in these moments of quiet connection that Charlene felt truly at peace, knowing that Lincoln was right there beside her, a steadfast guardian in the world outside.

Charlene jumped out of bed, feeling a sense of urgency as she made her way to the bathroom for a quick, refreshing shower. The warm water cascaded over her, washing away any remnants of sleep and allowing her to embrace the day ahead. After her brief but invigorating shower, she slipped back under the cosy, warm blankets, grateful for their comforting embrace. She wore only one of Lincoln's bathrobes, its soft fabric enveloping her like a gentle hug, since her clothes were still in her own bedroom, away from where she now lay.

Just as she settled into the cozy comfort of her bed, tucking the soft covers around her, the bedroom door swung open with a gentle push, almost as if it had been beckoned. Lincoln strolled in with an effortless grace, looking undeniably attractive in a fitted black button-up shirt that hugged his physique just right, highlighting his broad shoulders and trim waist, paired with snug denim jeans that seamlessly complemented his laid-back yet stylish aura. There was an unmistakable air of casual confidence about him that made her heart flutter and skip a beat, leaving her slightly breathless. In his hands, he gracefully carried a large, elegantly arranged tray filled with an enticing assortment of delicious food and steaming coffee, a mouthwatering sight that made her stomach rumble in delight. The vibrant colors and rich aromas wafting from the tray created an irresistible visual feast that made her mouth water almost instantly.

Charlene propped herself up on her elbows, her anticipation palpable as she prepared to accept the tray brimming with tantalizing delicacies Lincoln had brought for her. Her excitement grew exponentially at the delightful thought of an unexpected breakfast prepared just for her, one that promised to be both satisfying and enjoyable. Lincoln offered her a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with affection and warmth as if to say that the moment was just as special for him. He moved closer, leaning in with a slow, deliberate grace to capture her lips in a tender kiss that seemed to linger in the air. The kiss was gentle yet filled with longing, soft and sweet, creating a perfect start to what promised to be a lovely morning spent together. The quiet intimacy of the moment was unmistakable, their shared affection evident in the way they both savoured the enchanting morning that lay ahead, making everything feel right in their little world.

The End