Welcome to the Innocent World - Chapter 125
Chapter 125: Unspoken Words
The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of skin as Seraphine shifted, resting her head on my boobs. Her naked body was comforting, a different to the cold air of the room. I could feel the steady rhythm of her breath, as I pressed my thighs in between on her legs feeling the sensation along with her even after our heated moment together. She was still somewhat wet down there.
I absentmindedly ran my fingers through her hair, feeling the texture of the strands slipping through my fingers. We’d been like this for a while, the silence stretching comfortably between us. But there was something I needed to ask, something that had been nagging at me since the arena…something which otherwise she wouldn’t have answer.
“Seraphine,” I began, my voice low. “If you don’t mind me asking… I’m curious about something.”
She looked up at me, her silver eyes meeting mine, her expression calm. “You can ask me anything,” she replied softly.
I hesitated for a moment before asking the question that had been on my mind. “Why were people calling you a traitor at the arena? I don’t understand. Even though you seem so calm and all by yourself to do anything to them.”
“I knew it…you will ask about that.” She replied, smiling
“Hehe..Sorry for that.” I said, kissing her.
Her eyes flickered, a shadow of sadness crossing her face. She sat up a little, her gaze moving away from mine, as though the question had triggered a memory she wasn’t quite ready to relive. The atmosphere shifted from comfort to something heavier.
“If you aren’t comfortable…then it’s oka-”
After a pause, she spoke.
“It’s a long story,” Seraphine began, her voice trembling slightly. “One that I’m not used to talking about.”
I sat up as well, giving her the space to share whatever she needed. “You don’t have to if you’re not ready,” I said gently. “But if you do want to talk, I’m here.”
She nodded, taking a deep breath, and after a moment, she spoke again, her voice quiet but firm.
“My father was one of a royal guard to the Queen,” she said, the words slow but deliberate. “He was close to the throne, trusted by the highest circles. He was loyal, or at least, that’s what everyone believed.”
I could tell from the way her body tensed as she spoke that this wasn’t easy for her. I didn’t interrupt, allowing her to take her time.
“But then… something happened,” she continued. “My father began to change. He became disillusioned with the monarchy, with the Queen’s reign. It wasn’t just politics; it was something more personal, something deep within him. He started meeting with the enemy forces, talking about weakening the monarchy from within. It wasn’t about a larger cause—it was about power. Control.”
I listened intently, my mind racing with questions, but I kept quiet, letting her continue.
“One night, he made a deal,” Seraphine’s voice faltered slightly. “A deal with the enemy. He gave them vital information, secrets about the Queen’s strategies, about her plans for the future. Everything that was meant to keep the kingdom safe, my father gave it all away.”
I could see the pain in her eyes now, the vulnerability that she had kept hidden for so long. She looked down, her hands clutching the edge of the blanket as she gathered her thoughts.
“It didn’t take long for the Queen’s forces to find out. The betrayal was discovered, and there was no mercy. He was executed on the battlefield in front of everyone. His name was disgraced, and ours along with it. People called him a traitor, and because of that, they call me one too because I am her daughter.”
Her words hung in the air, a heavy silence following. I could see the raw emotion in her eyes, the tears she was holding back. Her voice was a little shaky now, but there was determination behind it.
“I loved my father,” she said softly. “Even after everything, I still loved him. He was a good man before all of this. And I will bring back the Damascus name, no matter what it takes. I don’t care what he did; I’ll make sure people remember us for something better.”
Her words hit me harder than I expected. I had never really known the full extent of her past, but now, hearing it all laid out so plainly, I understood the weight she carried. The burden of a name that was tied to both pride and shame.
I reached out, brushing a tear from her cheek. “You don’t have to carry that alone,” I said quietly. “I believe in you, Seraphine. You’re a strong woman.”
She looked at me, her lips quivering as she smiled faintly. “Thank you… I didn’t think I’d ever be able to talk about this. But it feels better, somehow, to share it with someone.”
I kissed her forehead gently, a small gesture that I hoped would offer her some comfort. “It’s not easy, but you’re not alone in this. And you’ll become the knight you want to be. You’ll make your father proud.”
She didn’t say anything more, but I could see the relief in her eyes, the quiet gratitude that flickered there. After a long silence, she laid her head back down on my chest, her body relaxed again, as if the tension of her confession had drained away.
We both lay there for a while, the quiet of the room settling around us. I continued to rub her back, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest as she calmed. It was a peaceful moment, one where words were unnecessary, where the bond between us grew stronger without anything else needing to be said.
Eventually, the day faded and lamps turned on. Seraphine’s breathing had slowed, and I could feel her body relax even more. Her tears had stopped, replaced by the comfort of sleep.
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She is holding my boobs so tightly. How much she liked them. Sighhh* If I tell her I am a man, she will feel betrayed and probably come after to kill me.
I didn’t move, staying still so as not to disturb her, the warmth of her presence providing a strange sense of peace. I let my thoughts drift, but they kept returning to her words—her father’s betrayal, the weight of her name. It wasn’t just about being strong; it was about healing, about finding a way to move forward despite the past.
As the quiet of the night settled in, I closed my eyes, knowing that tomorrow would bring its own challenges. But for now, in this moment, I was trustable friend for her. And that, in itself, was enough.
I let the silence surround us, as I drifted off to sleep, my fingers still gently tracing circles on her smooth open back.
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