Saya asked suddenly while drying her hair with a towel, sitting at the edge of her bed.
Ryan looked at her with widened eyes and quickly flashed behind her, grabbing her wrist, his hand slid up and took the towel.
He began to dry her hair, "I was in love with Luna. But it was all before I meet you." He was strangling to say it, it was painful for her to hear but telling her was better than hiding it.
"What about now? I doubt if the emotions leave a heart so fast."
Ryan put the towel down, his hands rested on her shoulders, and made her turn to him, she was stealing her eyes off his.
"Look at me," he let her chin up, she looked at him, her eyes were teary, he couldn't even guess what she was thinking of the moment, trailing, "tell me, what is bothering my wife?"
Either time he called her wife, she could feel the tickle in her heart. It was as if a heavenly made melody was playing in her head.
"I am jealous Ryan, I can't see you with another woman, even if you talk to another one, it pricks me."
She was honest, and certain that he had many ladies in his life before meeting her.
When she mentioned that only one stickler came to his mind and that was Vanessa, her brother was among them who came from Greenwood, surely his father sent him to prove himself but he might avenge what Ryan did to him.
"I Love you, Saya and nothing can change this. You are melting my heart and every second I am breathing with you can be bliss."
He drew his thump on her full red lips, she grabbed it and left a kiss on his palm.
"Don't worry about what my cousin said, Fihad is a good man and just wanted to challenge you."
Ryan bitterly grinned, he wished that he could be agreed but he couldn't. He knew his kind and the way Fihad was looking at Saya with need could reveal everything.
He leaped ahead and kissed her hard, a hunger that was lingering in him since they left Bead. His breath was hot and his body was spreading out heat.
She pulled back, "we are alone finally," smiling at him.
"Saya, I am sending you back to Bead, being here is dangerous."
Her flourished face turned to a grim, her eyebrows creased.
"I go nowhere, I won't leave you here. Didn't you see the king? He is not normal and I'm sure he has malicious things in his head."
He cupped her face, emphasizing, "this is why I'm telling you to leave, my love. Rohan is worried and both of us are away from him. We should not leave him alone when things are complicated."
She paused, her tears that already were poked to fall then lost control and welled on her cheeks. He cleaned them and she closed her eyes.
"Ryan, why don't you let me carry a sword?"
Her trembling lips barely moved.
Ryan looked at the fireplace, the light was already dim and her hair was still wet.
He stood up, walking there, and dropping some block of woods into the fire.
"I will go." She uttered, however, her whole existence was craving to stay by his side, she accepted.
Ryan looked into the fire, "Saya, the time you hold a sword, it means you bore your death and I can't endure it, it is killing me."
He got back to her bed, fondling her head.
"Tomorrow, you and Dedar will move, you must guarantee his safety due to what you promised. I had talked to my father."
She swallowed, her eyes glinted in fear, "Ryan, Queen Shala told me something else."
She took a deep breath, gazing into his light blue eyes that ran sharply in curiosity.
"What?"
"He asked me to find Prince Tristan."
"Prince Tristan? That vampire prince? But why?"
"I don't know, she was too ill, that I couldn't ask too much from her, but ever since the moment she mentioned him, I had become nervous. Aren't they behind this commotion?"
Ryan was confused too.
"Should we tell your father?" She asked.
"No, keep it between us, I'll find a way to contact him, my father has many matters to take care of them. I will share it with King William. They are faster than us in collecting information."
He kissed her head but before he could turn to leave, she clasped his wrist.
"Ryan, come back soon."
His eyes shone, he wouldn't let her go before tasting her tonight. It caressed his heart when she treated him this way, desiring him, it was sweet and heavenly warm. Patting on her hand, he said,
"Stay up, I'll return in one hour."
He heaved out of the room when she released his hand. Quickly going to butcher McCain and Jason to see what his father has earned from the smugglers who were trading the imps.
"Brother, did you obtain any word?"
Ryan asked Jason who was talking to the former knight. His face was gloomy, so they had discovered things.
"One of them was there when they summoned two imps from hell!" Vaguely Jason drawled, seemed he was hovering in shock yet.
"What? Who are they?"
A crooked curve just shaped up on Jason's mouth, "dark magicians, they summoned them and cultivated them."
"Fuck! Any vampire witnessed?"
Ryan let out as his brain ran blank.
"No vampire, isn't it strange? Who was covering them in Velator?"
"We couldn't get the answer. They had never seen that person. They used to sell the imps to the underworld fights, making the beasts fight each other so they could bet on the winning ones."
Ryan facepalmed and sighed, "this is not funny!"
"We sent a group to Sargona to find one of the arenas where these devils fight each other."
Butcher McCain stated.
"Do you know where king William is?"
"Yes, he was talking to one of the knights. I guess his name is Eliot!"
"Eliot! I know him. Thanks, go have food. You have been busy, I didn't see you eat."
The butcher laughed, patting on his bulged tummy, "I'm starving." He drew his path down to the mess hall.