Chapter 331
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Chapter 331:
Salem POV
"What did you say?"
"I missed you." He repeated those words so flippantly with that.....warm smile on his face.
"Your absence was not noticeable in the least" I rolled my eyes at his attempt with honeyed words. Did he think that saying something like that would make me swoon over him? That over large ego of his would find itself deflated then, because I did not return the sentiment.
....even if he continued to look at me like that.
"If I'm not welcomed, I wouldn't want to impose. I suppose I'll take my leave." He looked....dejected, bringing a foreign but unpleasant feeling within my chest.
"Hmph, to waltz into my castle then leave immediately." I scoffed. "Do you have no sense for common courtesy? As host, it is my obligation to entertain you, regardless of my lack of desire to do so."
Stupid man.
Don't look so happy with me merely extending the proper etiquette that was required. I would not shame myself as a Queen to kick you out after making the trip here.
"I'm happy with any time we can spend together."
Don't be pleased by such a trite thing.
I am not doing this for your enjoyment.
So stop that ridiculous smile of yours!
With a huff, I pushed myself off my throne. I couldn't stand to look at his stupid expression any longer. These conflicting feelings that swelled up were becoming annoying. Instead, I walked towards one of my seers, floating in the corner to focus my attention on.
"As the Master of this domain, I shall properly express gratitude for your gift you deliver upon my subordinate."
....It would be rude of me not to properly thank him. Cinder did an awful job of doing such herself, and I would not let him think I am not educating her correctly.
He provided her with a Staff.
A real one, no mere trinket or bauble that could be found on the modern markets. I held it only briefly, yet I could tell it would synergize with most Magics that were cast through it.
How long has it been since I held a real Magical Item and not one of my own creation?
To even make something like that, how hard must it have been to find the materials in this era?
I never liked to wield a staff myself. I could not deny the benefits such a focus brought, but I preferred the speed which I developed by not relying on a Magical Foci. Ozma would swear by his staff, but I was still the better spellcaster.
For Cinder, I cannot see the harm in her using one. It may help her become competent to the point where I was not embarrassed by her.
"She's something like your apprentice, right? It's only proper that I give her something decent if I'm trying to court you." He replied.
And he said something ridiculous again. The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñòv€l-B1n.
Court me?
A continued jest that I had allowed for reasons I could not seem to understand.
He said it before, and the time previous. I should throw him out for spouting that nonsense so blatantly again.
....Yet it was difficult to respond to such an absurd claim.
Thankfully, he was most likely preoccupied with staring at my rear, as he tended to do. If he merely replied that it was just a lustful desire born out of his youth, I would be more prone to believe such a thing. It would certainly be easier to navigate around, simply lift my dress up, allow him what he wished for a few moments, and he would be putty in my hand. Gods know if I just offered him my rear for whatever perverse fantasies he dreamed, I could gain access to all the secrets he held, to gain the Relics he hides away.
No, he insists on this approach. To flirt with this Queen of the Grimm. To try and move my decrepit and dead heart out of some misbegotten desire that I cannot fathom.
But for some reason, that thought left a sour taste in my mouth.
Of course, I would never do something so inelegant.
I could –
I paused.
Why was I running my fingers through his hair? And why did hearing his content noises make me feel so pleased with myself? For some reason, it was bringing a warm sensation to my chest to see him so relaxed in my embrace.
I jerked my hand away with a huff. His eyes opened again, looking up at me with such a soft gaze.
Annoying.
Stop it.
I had to bring him upon the top of my castle so no others could happen upon me making a fool of myself once more. Otherwise, all respect I had garnered would have been utterly destroyed.
"Did you expect me to ask for something else~" The corners of his lips curled up.
"Of course." I pursed my lips. "What foolish person, when offered a boon, from me, would ask for – this."
"Really? I think I got a better deal. Would have given a lot more than just the staff if this is what you offered."
"Do not think you are allowed this lightly." I gazed down into his eyes. "No man has been given the privilege for many years. I merely took pity upon you for wasting the opportunity given."
"Hmm, maybe I should have used the boon more favorably then. Since you were obviously expecting me to do something lewd. Now I feel like I disappointed you."
"Who is disappointed!?" The sheer nerve of him!
To insinuate that I was in expectance of him to lay his lecherous paws upon my body.
"It's not too late~" He had that annoying look about him once more. "Would you deny me if my hands started to wander~"
"Wander? You make it sound as if they would not immediately latch upon my rear if I allowed you." I raised an eyebrow and flicked away his raised palm. "Your intentions are obvious." I huffed, turning my nose up. "You will sleep tonight knowing you missed an opportunity that will never come again." His chuckles just annoyed me further, thinking I was merely jesting!
He slowly rose up away from my lap.
.....it was odd to feel that pressure upon my skin now move away. That was it, nothing more. I was merely tired of him weighing upon my thigh.
"What if I ask nicely?"
"What dare you ask of me? You think I will just offer you anything you desire with but some honeyed words?" I scoffed at his foolishness. "If you attempt to take liberties with me again, know that you will have to bear the consequences."
I waited for him to inevitably do something to earn my ire. I would cast him from the top fo my keep, see him fall into the mud below. Then he would know that I am not one to make jests at.
"And if the consequences are worth bearing?" He said quietly, leaning in and I could do nothing to stop his advance.
Why did I not stop him when I knew what was going to happen?
I stilled, even when his face approached mine so slowly, his breath brushed against me. Why did my eyes close, in anticipation?
I felt a pressure I had not in eons. It was quick, excruciatingly quick, as his lips met mine for only the briefest of moments. The faint softness, the slight taste, they were gone just as quickly as they arrived.
I opened my eyes to see his face only mere inches away from mine still, his eyes meeting mine.
And...why did I feel as if my face had heated up and my heart beat erratically?
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Chapter 331:
Salem POV
"What did you say?"
"I missed you." He repeated those words so flippantly with that.....warm smile on his face.
"Your absence was not noticeable in the least" I rolled my eyes at his attempt with honeyed words. Did he think that saying something like that would make me swoon over him? That over large ego of his would find itself deflated then, because I did not return the sentiment.
....even if he continued to look at me like that.
"If I'm not welcomed, I wouldn't want to impose. I suppose I'll take my leave." He looked....dejected, bringing a foreign but unpleasant feeling within my chest.
"Hmph, to waltz into my castle then leave immediately." I scoffed. "Do you have no sense for common courtesy? As host, it is my obligation to entertain you, regardless of my lack of desire to do so."
Stupid man.
Don't look so happy with me merely extending the proper etiquette that was required. I would not shame myself as a Queen to kick you out after making the trip here.
"I'm happy with any time we can spend together."
Don't be pleased by such a trite thing.
I am not doing this for your enjoyment.
So stop that ridiculous smile of yours!
With a huff, I pushed myself off my throne. I couldn't stand to look at his stupid expression any longer. These conflicting feelings that swelled up were becoming annoying. Instead, I walked towards one of my seers, floating in the corner to focus my attention on.
"As the Master of this domain, I shall properly express gratitude for your gift you deliver upon my subordinate."
....It would be rude of me not to properly thank him. Cinder did an awful job of doing such herself, and I would not let him think I am not educating her correctly.
He provided her with a Staff.
A real one, no mere trinket or bauble that could be found on the modern markets. I held it only briefly, yet I could tell it would synergize with most Magics that were cast through it.
How long has it been since I held a real Magical Item and not one of my own creation?
To even make something like that, how hard must it have been to find the materials in this era?
I never liked to wield a staff myself. I could not deny the benefits such a focus brought, but I preferred the speed which I developed by not relying on a Magical Foci. Ozma would swear by his staff, but I was still the better spellcaster.
For Cinder, I cannot see the harm in her using one. It may help her become competent to the point where I was not embarrassed by her.
"She's something like your apprentice, right? It's only proper that I give her something decent if I'm trying to court you." He replied.
And he said something ridiculous again. The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñòv€l-B1n.
Court me?
A continued jest that I had allowed for reasons I could not seem to understand.
He said it before, and the time previous. I should throw him out for spouting that nonsense so blatantly again.
....Yet it was difficult to respond to such an absurd claim.
Thankfully, he was most likely preoccupied with staring at my rear, as he tended to do. If he merely replied that it was just a lustful desire born out of his youth, I would be more prone to believe such a thing. It would certainly be easier to navigate around, simply lift my dress up, allow him what he wished for a few moments, and he would be putty in my hand. Gods know if I just offered him my rear for whatever perverse fantasies he dreamed, I could gain access to all the secrets he held, to gain the Relics he hides away.
No, he insists on this approach. To flirt with this Queen of the Grimm. To try and move my decrepit and dead heart out of some misbegotten desire that I cannot fathom.
But for some reason, that thought left a sour taste in my mouth.
Of course, I would never do something so inelegant.
I could –
I paused.
Why was I running my fingers through his hair? And why did hearing his content noises make me feel so pleased with myself? For some reason, it was bringing a warm sensation to my chest to see him so relaxed in my embrace.
I jerked my hand away with a huff. His eyes opened again, looking up at me with such a soft gaze.
Annoying.
Stop it.
I had to bring him upon the top of my castle so no others could happen upon me making a fool of myself once more. Otherwise, all respect I had garnered would have been utterly destroyed.
"Did you expect me to ask for something else~" The corners of his lips curled up.
"Of course." I pursed my lips. "What foolish person, when offered a boon, from me, would ask for – this."
"Really? I think I got a better deal. Would have given a lot more than just the staff if this is what you offered."
"Do not think you are allowed this lightly." I gazed down into his eyes. "No man has been given the privilege for many years. I merely took pity upon you for wasting the opportunity given."
"Hmm, maybe I should have used the boon more favorably then. Since you were obviously expecting me to do something lewd. Now I feel like I disappointed you."
"Who is disappointed!?" The sheer nerve of him!
To insinuate that I was in expectance of him to lay his lecherous paws upon my body.
"It's not too late~" He had that annoying look about him once more. "Would you deny me if my hands started to wander~"
"Wander? You make it sound as if they would not immediately latch upon my rear if I allowed you." I raised an eyebrow and flicked away his raised palm. "Your intentions are obvious." I huffed, turning my nose up. "You will sleep tonight knowing you missed an opportunity that will never come again." His chuckles just annoyed me further, thinking I was merely jesting!
He slowly rose up away from my lap.
.....it was odd to feel that pressure upon my skin now move away. That was it, nothing more. I was merely tired of him weighing upon my thigh.
"What if I ask nicely?"
"What dare you ask of me? You think I will just offer you anything you desire with but some honeyed words?" I scoffed at his foolishness. "If you attempt to take liberties with me again, know that you will have to bear the consequences."
I waited for him to inevitably do something to earn my ire. I would cast him from the top fo my keep, see him fall into the mud below. Then he would know that I am not one to make jests at.
"And if the consequences are worth bearing?" He said quietly, leaning in and I could do nothing to stop his advance.
Why did I not stop him when I knew what was going to happen?
I stilled, even when his face approached mine so slowly, his breath brushed against me. Why did my eyes close, in anticipation?
I felt a pressure I had not in eons. It was quick, excruciatingly quick, as his lips met mine for only the briefest of moments. The faint softness, the slight taste, they were gone just as quickly as they arrived.
I opened my eyes to see his face only mere inches away from mine still, his eyes meeting mine.
And...why did I feel as if my face had heated up and my heart beat erratically?
[***]
Next chapter coming up in a couple minutes.
Chapter 331:Salem POV "What did you say?" "I missed you." He repeated those words so flippantly with that.....warm smile on his face. "Your absence was not noticeable in the least" I rolled my eyes at his attempt with honeyed words. Did he think that saying something like that would make me swoon over him? That over large ego of his would find itself deflated then, because I did not return the sentiment. ....even if he continued to look at me like that. "If I'm not welcomed, I wouldn't want to impose. I suppose I'll take my leave." He looked....dejected, bringing a foreign but unpleasant feeling within my chest. "Hmph, to waltz into my castle then leave immediately." I scoffed. "Do you have no sense for common courtesy? As host, it is my obligation to entertain you, regardless of my lack of desire to do so." Stupid man. Don't look so happy with me merely extending the proper etiquette that was required. I would not shame myself as a Queen to kick you out after making the trip here. "I'm happy with any time we can spend together." Don't be pleased by such a trite thing. I am not doing this for your enjoyment. So stop that ridiculous smile of yours! With a huff, I pushed myself off my throne. I couldn't stand to look at his stupid expression any longer. These conflicting feelings that swelled up were becoming annoying. Instead, I walked towards one of my seers, floating in the corner to focus my attention on. "As the Master of this domain, I shall properly express gratitude for your gift you deliver upon my subordinate." ....It would be rude of me not to properly thank him. Cinder did an awful job of doing such herself, and I would not let him think I am not educating her correctly. He provided her with a Staff. A real one, no mere trinket or bauble that could be found on the modern markets. I held it only briefly, yet I could tell it would synergize with most Magics that were cast through it. How long has it been since I held a real Magical Item and not one of my own creation? To even make something like that, how hard must it have been to find the materials in this era? I never liked to wield a staff myself. I could not deny the benefits such a focus brought, but I preferred the speed which I developed by not relying on a Magical Foci. Ozma would swear by his staff, but I was still the better spellcaster. For Cinder, I cannot see the harm in her using one. It may help her become competent to the point where I was not embarrassed by her. "She's something like your apprentice, right? It's only proper that I give her something decent if I'm trying to court you." He replied. And he said something ridiculous again. The debut release of this chapter happened at Novl-B1n.Court me? A continued jest that I had allowed for reasons I could not seem to understand. He said it before, and the time previous. I should throw him out for spouting that nonsense so blatantly again. ....Yet it was difficult to respond to such an absurd claim. Thankfully, he was most likely preoccupied with staring at my rear, as he tended to do. If he merely replied that it was just a lustful desire born out of his youth, I would be more prone to believe such a thing. It would certainly be easier to navigate around, simply lift my dress up, allow him what he wished for a few moments, and he would be putty in my hand. Gods know if I just offered him my rear for whatever perverse fantasies he dreamed, I could gain access to all the secrets he held, to gain the Relics he hides away. No, he insists on this approach. To flirt with this Queen of the Grimm. To try and move my decrepit and dead heart out of some misbegotten desire that I cannot fathom. But for some reason, that thought left a sour taste in my mouth. Of course, I would never do something so inelegant. I could I paused. Why was I running my fingers through his hair? And why did hearing his content noises make me feel so pleased with myself? For some reason, it was bringing a warm sensation to my chest to see him so relaxed in my embrace. I jerked my hand away with a huff. His eyes opened again, looking up at me with such a soft gaze. Annoying. Stop it. I had to bring him upon the top of my castle so no others could happen upon me making a fool of myself once more. Otherwise, all respect I had garnered would have been utterly destroyed. "Did you expect me to ask for something else~" The corners of his lips curled up. "Of course." I pursed my lips. "What foolish person, when offered a boon, from me, would ask for this." "Really? I think I got a better deal. Would have given a lot more than just the staff if this is what you offered." "Do not think you are allowed this lightly." I gazed down into his eyes. "No man has been given the privilege for many years. I merely took pity upon you for wasting the opportunity given." "Hmm, maybe I should have used the boon more favorably then. Since you were obviously expecting me to do something lewd. Now I feel like I disappointed you." "Who is disappointed!?" The sheer nerve of him! To insinuate that I was in expectance of him to lay his lecherous paws upon my body. "It's not too late~" He had that annoying look about him once more. "Would you deny me if my hands started to wander~" "Wander? You make it sound as if they would not immediately latch upon my rear if I allowed you." I raised an eyebrow and flicked away his raised palm. "Your intentions are obvious." I huffed, turning my nose up. "You will sleep tonight knowing you missed an opportunity that will never come again." His chuckles just annoyed me further, thinking I was merely jesting! He slowly rose up away from my lap. .....it was odd to feel that pressure upon my skin now move away. That was it, nothing more. I was merely tired of him weighing upon my thigh. "What if I ask nicely?" "What dare you ask of me? You think I will just offer you anything you desire with but some honeyed words?" I scoffed at his foolishness. "If you attempt to take liberties with me again, know that you will have to bear the consequences." I waited for him to inevitably do something to earn my ire. I would cast him from the top fo my keep, see him fall into the mud below. Then he would know that I am not one to make jests at. "And if the consequences are worth bearing?" He said quietly, leaning in and I could do nothing to stop his advance. Why did I not stop him when I knew what was going to happen? I stilled, even when his face approached mine so slowly, his breath brushed against me. Why did my eyes close, in anticipation? I felt a pressure I had not in eons. It was quick, excruciatingly quick, as his lips met mine for only the briefest of moments. The faint softness, the slight taste, they were gone just as quickly as they arrived. I opened my eyes to see his face only mere inches away from mine still, his eyes meeting mine. And...why did I feel as if my face had heated up and my heart beat erratically? *** Next chapter coming up in a couple minutes.
