Chapter 48
“Sit down and take off your boots. Let me take a look,” Damian said, squatting down. Without waiting for Deborah to respond, he gently helped her sit and quickly pulled off her boots.
Deborah gripped his clothes tightly, the pain so intense that tears were almost spilling from her eyes.
Damian carefully removed her socks, holding her ankle gently in his palm.
“It hurts…” Deborah winced, her brow furrowing.
“Hang in there,” he said, applying a little more pressure with his hand. Warmth flooded into her ankle, easing the pain slightly. His energy was soothing, and the pain did lessen a bit.
But with her ankle this swollen, she wondered, ‘How could I possibly walk back?‘ Deborah looked up toward the top of the cliff. It was so high. Her gaze instinctively shifted to Damian’s face.
“Only when you’re in trouble do you come to me?” His face was expressionless.
Deborah bit her lip and shook her head.
Once he placed her foot down, she leaned on his shoulder and tried to stand, but after just one step, the pain was so sharp it made her grimace. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She couldn’t walk at all.
She wanted to look at him, but didn’t dare. She thought, ‘Damian must be disgusted with me now, right?‘
But to her surprise, he suddenly crouched down. The noble Prince Damian, a man of unmatched dignity, was now squatting in front of her!
Deborah blinked in astonishment, her wide eyes filled with disbelief. “Your Highness…”
“I’ll give you one chance. If you don’t climb on, you can stay here and wait for the wolves to tear you apart.”
Damian’s voice was cold, showing no trace of sympathy. But to accommodate her height, he crouched down a little further.
If anyone saw this scene, they’d probably be too stunned to speak.
Deborah was in shock, even a little shaken. After all, he was Prince Damian. Not to mention, he was covered in wounds.
“I might hurt your injuries, Your Highness…”
“I’ll count to three!”
“Your shoulder wound will tear open…”
“One!”
Deborah quickly placed her hand on his shoulder. “Your Highness, I can’t reach.”
She wasn’t one of those women bound by ancient ideals, and while she knew she shouldn’t be entangled with Damian, life was more valuable than
reputation.
She stretched as far as she could. The problem was, he was so tall, and she was so short.
Damian sighed, then squatted even lower. Once her hand found his shoulder, he wrapped both arms around her legs and lifted her up.
Deborah’s heart skipped a beat. Her perspective shifted dramatically, and the ground seemed much farther away.
No wonder every time she saw Damian, she felt like he was on another level–looking down at everyone. He truly had the presence to match it.
He started walking forward.
Deborah’s heart was
“What do you
think?”
still
uneasy. “Your Highness, does your wound hurt?”
“Maybe you should put me down. You’re covered in wounds, and here you are carrying me, someone with just a sprained ankle. It’s a little too much.”
“Are you saying you want to stay here and get eaten by the wolves?” Damian paused for a moment.
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Chapter 48
Deborah, realizing how that sounded, quickly tightened her grip around his neck, refusing to let go.
A faint, unseen smile flickered in Damian’s eyes.
“You little thing!”
He thought, ‘Timid, afraid of death, always craving food.‘ She didn’t seem to have any particularly remarkable traits. But somehow, he found it hard to let go of her. And he didn’t want to.
The pain from his wounds was real, but with her soft, small body resting on his back, it was oddly comforting.
She was so soft, as if she had no bones at all, and so light. Carrying her forever wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
“Your Highness.”
“What?”
“Your Highness, when we see someone, can you please put me down?”
“Afraid I’ll embarrass you?” Damian asked, his voice teasing.
“No! No! It’s just… I’m afraid I’ll embarrass you, Your Highness.”
Damian said nothing but simply snorted.
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