I ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED A DUNGEON

Felix ignored the bathroom and went straight to his room, face contorted with pain, his shirt drenched in sweat and stuck to his back. Felix slowly took it off and let it fall to the floor, leaving a soaked spot there.

He turned half around, facing the mirror and seeing a trail of blood running down his spine, every sword from the tattoo bleeding, as if the ink on him was made of open wounds. He did not have any explanation for what happened.

"Nothing happened when Leto cast the spell on her. Nothing happened when she hit me either, that was just an ordinary punch." He pressed the cloth gently to his skin, hissing from the pain. "This happened right after. What’s wrong with it now? There were many times when I was even more pissed at her than today, but nothing happened in my back."

He wiped the cloth gently on the tattoos, eyes looking in the mirror every few seconds. "At first I thought this thing reacts to everything that is really happening between us. This is why the swords always disappear when we are closer, I know that part personally. And if it reacts now, that means some rule was violated. I did something wrong."

He frowned at himself. "Shouldn’t she feel the pain as well? I should probably see what’s going on with her."

He paused for a second, his jaw tensing. "And Leto. Whatever it is he did to her core, I have to check that. The timing is too suspicious to ignore it."

He stayed sitting on the bed, pressing the cloth to his back, and waited for the bleeding to stop, which took almost an hour. After that, he put on a new shirt, put the old one in the bottom of the wardrobe, out of sight, and left the room.

"Now it is time to make dinner."

He made his way downstairs and saw Leto sitting at the table, drawing something on a clean sheet of paper. Felix looked over his shoulder and saw floating islands, spires of castles chiseled right into the drifting rock.

"Interesting."

Leto turned his head. "Oh, it’s you. How are you feeling? If you need healing scrolls—"

"No, I am fine, just overreacted a little bit." Felix pointed to the sketch. "What is this place?"

"It was a dream, to be honest. I don’t think such places exist in reality."

"Who knows." Felix shrugged. "This world is strange enough for anything. Could be somewhere."

"Yeah, maybe." Leto looked at his drawing for a few seconds. "If such places exist, would you go there to see it?"

"If it wouldn’t cost me anything? Definitely." Felix gave him a tiny smile and took a look around. "Well, have you seen Dune? She is not in her room."

"In the kitchen. She is preparing dinner."

"What?" Felix turned his head in the direction of the door. "When did she start cooking?"

"She just went there alone. She said that you should rest." Leto frowned a bit, looking at him.

"No, no." Felix was already moving toward the kitchen. "She doesn’t even know how to eat normally, let alone cooking."

"’She seemed sure that she would pull it off.’" Leto got up halfway out of his chair before relaxing back into it, observing as Felix disappeared into the kitchen with a certain gentleness in his eyes

"What are you even doing in here?" Felix asked, his voice increasing in volume as he passed through the door, only for it to fall completely silent as soon as his eyes fell upon the plate already prepared and set out on the counter.

"Cooking. Just finishing up."

"Yeah, I can tell." His footsteps took him closer to the plate. "When did you learn—okay. Now I know. This is Sabrina, right?"

"Yes." Dune nodded. "She said that you looked like you were in a lot of pain, that you needed to take it easy, and she would assist me in preparing the dinner if I just listened to what she told me."

"Thanks, I guess." Felix stumbled over the words a little, still trying to adjust.

He turned to look at her directly, and for some reason Dune looked different, her hair up in a bun, showing off the curve of her neck, her expression softer in a way that he had never seen before. She reached for a little bit of salad from the plate and crossed over to where Felix stood, lifting it up to his mouth.

"You don’t have to always be thinking about me, honey." Her voice was warm and quiet in his ear. "I’m fine. All you need to do is just rest. Let me take care of this for you."

She kissed him lightly on the cheek and started walking away.

Felix just stared after her in stunned silence, the salad still in his mouth and his eyes wide and unseeing. After a moment of shock, he made his way back to the dining room table and sat down in the same stiff, mechanical movements as someone who had just had a minor concussion.

"What’s wrong?" Leto frowned, observing his expression. "You look shocked."

"Huh." Felix blinked and then glanced at him before chewing the salad he was still biting on. "Nothing. Nothing, really."

The dinner came soon after, placed cautiously on the table and Leto took the first bite in a way that indicated his apprehension towards it being less than appetizing.

"This is genuinely good." He raised an eyebrow and looked up, surprised. "Really good."

"Thanks." Dune’s voice had gone cold, her usual unemotional tone back in place.

Felix looked at her, expecting to hear Sabrina’s voice leak out through whatever she was doing, but there wasn’t anything. She just ate her own plate in silence and didn’t mention either the kiss or anything that happened in the kitchen.

"So." Felix put down his fork. "Going to head out tomorrow morning then?"

"That’s the plan." Leto nodded. "Three more days on the road, and I’ll be back home."

"Three days is a pretty long period to be traveling alone." Felix reclined in his seat. "Bandits tend to operate along that road at that particular season, especially after the check point towns."

"Sure I’ve traveled other roads alone in the past." Leto gestured dismissively. "I can handle myself."

"I know you can." Felix said, having already made up his mind. "However, we will accompany you. It is always good to have an extra pair of hands, and there is nothing else I have planned for this week."

"That would be unnecessary." Leto shook his head. "It would be a burden for both of you; you’ve already done much for me."

"It’s no problem." Felix shrugged. "Think of it as payback for your free groceries."

"I’ll be fine by myself."

"There may be dangers along the way." Dune stated matter-of-factly, meeting his gaze. "Let us accompany you."

Something stopped in Leto’s throat at that statement and he remained silent for a while, some tenderness passing behind his eyes before he finally gave in. "Fine. If that is what you both are sure about."

"We are sure." Felix smiled, having already won the discussion. "Also, three days of paid work is three days I won’t be doing odd jobs. Win-win."

Leto smiled and shook his head in response, and the rest of the dinner was filled with comfortable silence.

By the time the plates were cleared and the candles burnt low, the house became quiet and serene. Dune went upstairs to bed without uttering a single word, Leto retreated to his bedroom with one more thankful nod, and finally, Felix went upstairs, massaging his still sore back.

Second night in the house was quiet, and nothing else happened until the morning.

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