Loss of Ignorance (Yandere male x female reader)

Ch. Four: Lack of Remembrance

"I ... What do you mean you're not?" How she wanted to adjust herself on the bed and get more comfortable. And, her puzzlement at his answer only made her more irritated at how she was situated.

"(F/n)," her name was already rolling smoothly off of his tongue. He loved it, and he adapted quickly to it. His earlier hesitation was gone. "I can craft what I want; it doesn't have to be weapons." Keiran sat up a little straighter. "I may be a blacksmith, but that doesn't mean that I only know how to shape swords, hammers and others." Leaning towards her, he clarified, "I can mold metal to arms and legs. I can give you them back."

She didn't answer back as the pieces clicked together in her mind. It made sense. (F/n) supposed that she had never thought him capable of anything else simply because she had never seen him make anything else but weapons.

"It'll take time, but I can do it. Due to the level of detail, I'll need a forge where we won't risk being caught. Each limb will take a few months. But once they're completed, they will connect with your skin and function like your arms and legs before."

Her heart beat a little faster at the prospect even if it meant almost a year of waiting. "That's ..." She was at a loss of words, and she felt hope enter her mind once more until she began to wonder how'd they survive. "But, how? How do we make it that far? Where do we go?"

"North. The pine forests will give us more cover than the plains on the rest of the island. Perhaps, it's obvious, but there are places up north where people won't go simply because the terrain is tiring."

"And, there's a forge for you up there?" She wondered how there would be one unless he intended to build one, but that would take its own fair share of time.

"Yes." Her silence begged him to continue. "I have a retreat up there. And no, I didn't disclose it to your father or mother or anyone in Credel, and neither of your parents inquired. Your father and my mentor did permit me time away once in a great while, and my mentor told me about a retreat up north. I imagine that if I stayed back in Credel that I'd never see the place again."

"So, you weren't followed, and your mentor, Barrett, just happened to have a smithy up north that remained untouched?" Frankly, it all seemed too good to be true. It couldn't be this easy to escape the Kingdom of Credel. A missing royal blacksmith, not to mention a magic-wielding one, would be missed quite soon. "And, it just so happens to be in a spot where we won't be discovered?"

A small smile of amusement touched his lips at her skepticism even if it was quite fair. He hid it, though, when he noticed the glare sent his way. "Yes. As perfect as it seems, it really is. The smithy up north has been passed down from royal blacksmith to royal blacksmith in Credel. It was created as Barrett told me four royal blacksmiths ago. And again, it's not in an easily accessible place. Since then, it's been passed down as a retreat to go and spend time away from the kingdom to enjoy the craft with no assignment. One can experiment and take it easy."

"I still don't believe that no one else has found it. There are those who live on the northernmost part of the island: Stowwen. Anigour doesn't just house the Kingdom of Credel on it." She wanted to cross her arms in thought. Instead, she remained as she was. Adjusting herself to get more comfortable wasn't working. "And, they aren't shy of the cliffs that stretch down into the ocean."

A smile found itself on his lips. (F/n) caught on quickly, and it's what made her such a great healer in times of urgency. Despite the horrible and unjust punishment she received, this was one good thing out of it. He finally got time just to be with her. No longer did he have to admire her from afar. She looked annoyed at his expression and silently urged him to continue. "Well, the blacksmith who built the forge made a deal with one of the local residents. In exchange for protection of the forge, the blacksmith would train them in combat."