The Librarian and the Fox Princess: a Donghua Dijun and Bai Fengjiu story, V.I

Chapter 117 - On A Wing And A Prayer

A/N: "On a wing and a prayer" is an idiom that refers to something that was without preparation so the odds of success aren't likely.

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When she stepped out of the fox den, she saw him standing at the bottom step holding his halberd by his side while he scanned the horizon.

And as a true guard on duty, he knew she was there watching him.

"Your Highness."

"It's a beautiful sunny day. Qing Qiu is very safe," she replied quietly before he turned to give her a deep bow.

"Your Highness should be inside enjoying your betrothal celebration with Dijun and your family, not out here with me," he said quietly.

"Oh, I just decided to get some fresh air and enjoy some chicken wings," she said as walked over to him.

"Come Scarface, sit with me." She casually sat down on the steps with her plate.

"I don't believe it is right for me as a demon to sit with Your Highness," he said quietly.

She looked up at him with a thoughtful expression. "Didn't you say that you would pledge your loyalty to me?"

He lowered his head down as he brought his hands together respectfully. "Until I fade in Nothingness, Your Highness."

"Good. Now sit. Do not make me ask you again," she said authoritatively trying to channel the regal wooden composure of her mate.

"If Your Highness wishes," he said with a slight nod and sat down a couple of feet away from her still scanning the horizon.

"You can be at ease Scarface." He found the soft warm lilt in her voice calming.

"Besides, I need someone to talk to for a little bit. Will you just lend me an ear?"

He adjusted his sitting position so he was facing her. "Of course Your Highness, I am at your disposal." His voice was low and his breathing was heavy and deep. In addition to the chicken wings, she could smell was a faint musk from the black leather he was wearing. Besides Li Jing, she had never sat so close to a demon before.

"Oh, but can you help me eat some chicken wings? They gave me such a huge plate, I don't know how I'll finish all of these." She placed the plate down between them on the step. "Is this something you'd eat?" she asked curiously.

"I actually prefer the raw flesh of mortals," he deadpanned.

She cocked her head to the side slightly. "You know if you said that to me two thousand years ago I might have believed you, but I'm not so gullible anymore."

"Believe what you wish Your Highness, but I've also eaten chicken before. This will be interesting to try it cooked," he said as he gestured towards the wings before she realized he was waiting for her to start eating and only then would he eat.

She raised her eyebrows. She wasn't sure if he was joking or not about trying it cooked but by this point she had been waiting far too long to eat her wings to care. She chose a plump wing on top. She loved the contrast of the crispy fried skin with the gooey sweet garlicky soy glaze. She immediately started working on hers as he took his.

They quietly ate for a few moments. "The Ghost Lord was right," he said with a finality in his voice.

She licked the sauce off her lips. "What do you mean? What did he say?"

"He said that you don't act like a spoiled princess at all. He said you're very easy to get along with."

She smiled brightly. "He's always nice like that. He's like an uncle to me. I've known him since I was a kit."