The heavy wooden carriage violently rattled over the uneven cobblestone streets of the merchant district carrying them rapidly away from the towering golden gates of the imperial palace.
The dense suffocating tension of the highly lethal royal banquet slowly evaporated into the cool night air leaving a quiet deeply intimate silence lingering inside the dark enclosed cabin.
Leon sat heavily against the plush leather seat resting his star iron greatsword against his knee while he focused deeply on managing his internal kinetic mana.
The highly aggressive adrenaline rush of the brutal Grandmaster duel was rapidly fading leaving his heavily scarred muscles violently aching in deep protest.
His Pain Suppression skill kept the worst of the agony at bay but he could clearly feel the warm sticky blood slowly soaking through his shredded tailored suit where the poisoned throwing knife had deeply pierced his right shoulder.
His Endless Vigor was aggressively fighting the lingering dark toxins causing his internal body temperature to violently spike and sending small beads of highly highly dense sweat rolling down his pale forehead.
Seraphina sat directly across from him her beautiful violet eyes locked intensely onto his ragged bleeding chest.
She had maintained her fierce unbreakable mask of cold highborn superiority the entire walk out of the palace.
The moment the carriage doors closed she aggressively discarded her political armor leaving only a deeply worried deeply possessive woman behind.
"You are violently burning up Leon," Seraphina murmured softly her voice tight with a heavy highly uncharacteristic layer of pure emotional panic.
She did not wait for his permission rapidly sliding across the leather bench until she was sitting directly beside his massive frame.
She reached out with trembling delicate fingers aggressively pulling the ruined lapels of his tailored suit jacket apart to expose his heavily scarred heavily bleeding right shoulder.
"It is just a minor scratch Lady Seraphina," Leon replied smoothly attempting to project his highly confident magnetic charm despite the heavy exhaustion aggressively weighing down his eyelids. "My body will clear the toxins before we even reach the front gates of the estate."
"Stop acting like an invincible feral beast for five minutes," she hissed sharply gently pressing a clean silk handkerchief directly against the deep jagged wound to heavily stem the flow of dark blood.
"You burned a massive amount of vitality to shatter that shadow spear. I felt the ambient mana violently warping around you."
They arrived at the overgrown courtyard of the Sterling manor a few minutes later heavily supported by the quiet darkness of the eastern noble quadrant.
Corvis the elderly steward rushed out to meet them his tired eyes widening in pure horrifying shock as he saw the tall highly rugged warden covered in drying blood and ruined silk.
"Prepare the master suite immediately Corvis," Seraphina commanded projecting her heavy demanding authority as she actively wrapped her delicate arm around Leon’s waist to support his massive heavy frame.
"Bring fresh hot water clean bandages and the strongest healing salves you can find in the emergency vaults."
The terrified manor staff scrambled rapidly into action quickly heavily preparing the luxurious bedroom while Seraphina guided Leon slowly up the grand marble staircase.
She pushed the heavy wooden doors closed behind them aggressively locking the outside world away and leaving them deeply highly isolated in the dimly lit suite.
She guided him firmly toward the edge of the massive canopy bed pushing him gently down until he was sitting heavily on the soft mattress.
"Take the ruined shirt off Leon," Seraphina instructed softly her voice dropping into a dark deeply intimate register as she walked over to the wooden washbasin filled with steaming hot water.
Leon smoothly complied utilizing his highly uninjured left arm to aggressively strip away the bloody remnants of his suit jacket and his white dress shirt leaving his broad heavily scarred muscular torso violently exposed to the cool night air.
Seraphina returned carrying a warm wet cloth and a small ceramic jar of highly potent glowing green healing salve.
She stepped directly into his personal space standing between his parted knees as she gently began wiping the dark dried blood from his collarbone and his heavily corded neck.
The crystal bell violently chimed in his skull projecting a massive glowing pink text box directly over her deeply focused beautiful face.
[Quest Issued: The Warlord’s Confession]
[Objective: Reach out with your uninjured arm, wrap your hand around her narrow waist, violently pull her flush against your bare injured chest, and loudly whisper that your heart hurts far more than your shoulder.]
[Reward: +20 Charisma, Skill ’Aura Merging (Basic)’, 600 Shameless Points.]
[Failure Penalty: The Host will suffer a violent localized highly unredeemable curse causing him to aggressively weep loud pathetic tears every single time he sees a highly attractive woman for the next thirty days ruining his masculine dominance forever.]
Leon read the deeply horrifying emotional penalty and instantly decided a highly scandalous romantic confession was far better than violently sobbing his way through the capital.
He smoothly raised his uninjured left arm wrapping his large heavily scarred hand firmly around her narrow athletic waist.
He did not ask for permission aggressively violently pulling her forward until her soft toned curves collided heavily against his broad bare chest.
Seraphina gasped sharply her violet eyes flying wide open in pure shocking disbelief as the searing blistering heat of his skin rapidly seeped directly through the thin dark silk of her banquet dress.
Her lie detector aura exploded projecting a massive blinding wave of intense confusing romantic submission and deep heavy highly intoxicating arousal.
She did not attempt to push his heavy arm away actively dropping the wet cloth onto the floor as she rested her delicate hands gently against his uninjured chest.
"Warden," she breathed heavily her voice a weak breathless whisper as she stared deeply into his dark magnetic eyes. "You are bleeding. You should not be moving like this."
"My heart hurts far more than my shoulder Seraphina," Leon whispered in a deep resonant tone leaning his handsome face forward until his lips hovered dangerously close to hers.
The audacity of the deeply intimate confession violently shattered her strict military composure leaving her breathing erratically as a brilliant furious red flush rapidly conquered her pale cheeks.
She closed her eyes deeply surrendering her fierce highborn independence to the overwhelming gravitational pull of his raw masculine dominance.
She tilted her chin up to slowly meet his dark promising lips.
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