Chapter 652: 130. Scar
“The punishment is to place food on Fisher, and then like this, I can eat both you and dinner, right?”
“.”
When Elizabeth said this, Fisher couldn’t help but swallow hard, and his whole body tensed up.
He wished this was just a joke from Elizabeth, so that when he incredulously looked up at her, he would only see a “hahaha, just kidding” expression, instead of the now eager and expectant look of “where should I start eating from?”
This forced Fisher to accept a reality: Elizabeth seemed to be serious.
Having been immersed in the greedy desire to devour all the lovely and beautiful women, Fisher finally remembered the fear of being eaten.
“Wait a minute, Elizabeth.”
As he watched Elizabeth gently lick her lips, it was evident that her mouth was salivating due to hunger, and Fisher could only reach out to stop this ridiculous behavior.
“Don’t you think this is dirty? Regardless of anything, putting food on me is too…”
“Well, if Fisher says that…”
Upon hearing Fisher’s objection, Elizabeth stroked her chin and appeared hesitant, which made Fisher feel a bit relieved inside.
Great, it seemed his persuasion worked.
But before he could be happy for more than a second, Elizabeth’s face turned slightly red, and her smile became even stranger.
“Then, Fisher, hurry and bathe with me. I’ll have Diane bring the food over, and we can wash and eat at the same time, ensuring both Fisher and the food are clean.”
No, doesn’t this sound even weirder?
Fisher’s expression darkened; he even imagined the evil scene of Elizabeth washing the ingredients while also washing herself and laying the ingredients on her body one by one.
No, no, no, this is a situation that cannot even be described or imagined.
Attempts to deflect and find excuses for persuasion seemed completely ineffective. Would being straightforward have a better effect at this time?
“Um… Sorry, Elizabeth, I really can’t accept this.”
“But if Fisher can accept it, can it still be considered a punishment?”
“.”
Ah, she’s making a good point.
Fisher was momentarily stunned, looking at Elizabeth in front of him, and saw her tilting her head and speaking innocently like a naive child, trying to ascertain the meaning of the so-called “punishment.”
But a second later, her innocence completely shattered into an insatiable evil smile.
Her desire to devour Fisher’s wonderful body was now evident; it turned out she had long seen through Fisher’s thoughts and didn’t even want to hide them properly.
She just wanted to eat Fisher’s body like enjoying delicious food, savoring the exquisite flavor she had been looking forward to for a long time but had not yet tasted.
What should Fisher do?
Fisher paused slightly, then sighed. Under Elizabeth’s gaze, he suddenly leaned in and grabbed her wrist, even squeezing her chin.
Oh?
He didn’t pull away from the negotiation and instead took the initiative to lean in, hmm…
Just as Elizabeth was thinking this, Fisher’s proactive kiss suddenly interrupted her thoughts.
It was completely different from her excessive invasion of his lips while he was asleep; if that kiss was merely about possessing his body, then this one felt more like possessing his soul.
That initiative, that slight trembling warmth made her suddenly recall that afternoon in the Royal Academy’s library at eighteen.
She remembered how she had just been smilingly observing Fisher, who was reading a book. He was engrossed in the text, but under the sun and the chirping of cicadas outside, she keenly noticed the slight rise in temperature on his face, his slightly moving Adam’s apple, and his occasionally glancing at her eyes.
He would get shy just from her looking at him?
What a cute reaction.
So, what would happen if I leaned in a little closer?
The innocent Elizabeth back then might have just wanted to tease the oblivious Fisher, so she smiled and unconsciously leaned her beautiful face a bit closer to him.
She didn’t realize that amidst her focused observations, the fragrance from her body was increasingly wafting into Fisher’s nostrils, her warm breath was increasingly brushing against Fisher’s skin, making him even more nervous.
At that moment, the youthful and inexperienced Fisher finally felt the blood rush to his head, unable to resist any longer as he turned his head and gently pinched Elizabeth’s chin, lightly kissing her lips.
Of course, that shy first kiss was as light as a dragonfly touching the water’s surface, and even now, recalling that brief contact of their skin, one could hardly tell if it exceeded a second.
But that feeling, that racing heartbeat, that electrifying numbness was like the ripples created when a dragonfly skims the water, spreading across the long years until now.
“Pop.”
At that moment, Elizabeth, kissed by Fisher and held by the chin, felt her eyes tremble slightly, her form inevitably becoming a little softer in front of him, as if she couldn’t support herself like water. Thankfully, Fisher quickly reached out to support her waist, preventing her from reacting further.
Yet even so, when their lips parted, Elizabeth couldn’t help but breathe more heavily, her gaze a bit dazed as she looked at Fisher in front of her.
At this time, when Fisher spoke again,
“Elizabeth, let’s be normal, okay? Let’s eat first.”
“. Okay.”
Poor Elizabeth was clearly struck by the confusion from years ago, played with like a puppet by the wicked Fisher, and silently revoked the punishment she had just mentioned.
But evidently, neither of them felt that way because at present, Elizabeth only had eyes for him; she merely wanted to have him and couldn’t care less about the formalities.
She took a breath, awkwardly rubbed her flushed face, then waved her hand, sending a signal to the mechanism waiting nearby.
Her fingertips were adorned with a couple of nails set in red with golden embellishments, looking not entirely for aesthetics but also providing Elizabeth with a covert means of controlling the mechanism.
After shaking her fingers, she pressed one hand on Fisher’s chest, and instantly, a great force pushed him back, forcing him to retreat step by step.
“I’ve already asked Diana to bring food over shortly.”
Breathlessly, Elizabeth kept pushing Fisher toward her bedroom, and then abruptly shoved him onto the soft bed, pinning him beneath her.
She licked her red lips, pressing down on Fisher with one hand while gracefully undoing the complex hairpin behind her with the other. The next moment, her silky golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, gently brushing against her back with the falling force, resembling a goddess descending.
“As for now, obediently let me eat you, Fisher.”
“Can we eat first? You wouldn’t want Diane to catch us, would you? I don’t mind; she won’t see me. I’m just afraid she’ll suspect that you made some strange noises alone and start thinking weird things.”
Elizabeth’s golden eyes dangerously flickered as she sneered,
“Diana is a smart person who knows what not to see and what not to listen to because if she does, I might very well gouge out her eyes.”
“Isn’t that too cruel?”
“Don’t you like it?”
“I don’t like it.”
“.”
Elizabeth squinted at Fisher, then smiled, complying with him.
“Alright, as you wish, I’ll change.”
“Then let’s eat first.”
“No.”
“I’m in a normal state right now; I will be hungry if I don’t eat and won’t have the strength. I can’t just make the ox plow the field without letting the ox eat grass, can I?”
This was a lie.
Fisher didn’t need to eat to still be full of energy for such activities, and there wouldn’t be a situation where “not eating grass means not plowing the fields.”
He merely had to be careful with Diane, as he couldn’t treat her as a diligent personal servant like Elizabeth.
Moreover, Fisher actually had a few words he wanted to say to Elizabeth, so he didn’t want to wait for later respite to bring it up.
Fortunately, Elizabeth still trusted Fisher, and the reason he proposed was indeed irrefutable.
Thus, after hesitating for a moment, she sighed and gently let go of her hand pressing against Fisher’s chest, moving away from him to lie beside him.
With her golden hair spread beside her, she gently covered her face with her hand, revealing just one golden eye as she continued,
“After dinner, that will be the final ultimatum; no more delays. Or do you, Fisher, not want it at all?”
By the end, Elizabeth’s voice bizarrely calmed down, and the more calm she became, the more dangerous she seemed.
Lying next to her, Fisher turned to look at her and smiled.
“How could that be? To be honest, I thought about this more than once when I was eighteen.”
“. Then why were you like a little chick back then? I remember I hinted more than once; or did you not understand my hints at all?”
“No, I understood.”
“Then…”
Fisher gazed at the light on the ceiling, his expression distant.
“It’s just that I felt I didn’t have the ability to take responsibility for you back then. To put it bluntly, that was indeed the case. After the incident happened, the first thing I thought about was to run away, to choose to distance myself, instead of facing it. Just like the prince in ‘The Revenge.'”
“‘The Revenge?'”
“Ah,” Fisher laughed and said, “that prince, in order to escape the risk of assassination from enemy nations, came up with many excuses and rationalizations, even he himself didn’t realize this might be his inner compensation. In fact, if I think back, I wasn’t any different from that. Because I subconsciously wanted to escape facing the powerful family that opposed us being together, when that incident happened, it was like I finally found an excuse to turn and leave.”
Elizabeth blinked but stopped his guilt; she always had a deep understanding with Fisher and knew he might have had such thoughts at the time, but that was not the main reason for his avoidance.
She knew he was truly frightened by her back then.
However, mentioning this made her want to spill countless grievances.
“Fisher, I know you were also frightened by me; it’s not hard to imagine. A beautiful and gentle Eldest Princess in front of you, during her birthday party, a girl who looked like she had been tormented to the brink of collapse, begging you in a trembling manner, apologizing and swearing never to approach you again, just hoping that the Eldest Princess would stop tormenting her, you would probably also doubt if you had misjudged someone, especially after I remained silent and defaulted when you questioned me.”
Elizabeth gritted her teeth, even her hand gripping the quilt showed bulging veins, as if she still wanted to tear that damned girl apart to this day.
“But I don’t regret this, Fisher. I didn’t torment her; she was the one tormenting me!”
“She wanted to tell my father; she wanted Dexter to know, to let Godlin know that their dazzling Eldest Princess was secretly engaged to a seemingly inconsequential poor boy, shamelessly lowering her status and humiliating Godlin. She ridiculed me in a derogatory tone, laughed at what I had painstakingly maintained for so long as a joke, as if she could take it away with a wave of her hand.
“Before my coming-of-age banquet, my father and brother scolded me for the ‘wish’ I made to you in public, cursing me for losing face and forcing me to take back what I said. When I refused, he slapped me on my birthday and stormed off. Dexter came over pretending to comfort me, but the insinuation was clear, mocking me for my poor judgment while belittling you. He also introduced other noble families to me, as if laying out the pros and cons, telling me how Godlin would fare if I married one of them.”
“All of this was the result of that damned girl secretly informing my family. Principal Damien sympathized with me and didn’t inform my family about my life at school, but with a flippant letter sent to the Golden Palace, everything crumbled. How could I not hate? And when I was scolded by my father and humiliated by my brother, when I adjusted my expression to return to my birthday banquet, what I saw was your incredulous gaze, Fisher.”
Elizabeth gritted her teeth, looking at Fisher with a sad expression.
It was as if those earlier events hadn’t harmed her, but the final straw that broke her was the look she received after that “pleading letter.”
Fisher knew very well that in that unequal relationship, it had always been her shielding him from the storm.
The legend of the Royal Academy, the champion of the Griffin Race, the one whom the Eldest Princess promised to—underneath these hotly sought-after halos, he had no idea what pressures Elizabeth had borne as she watched him from not far away.
He was a boy living in an ivory tower, unaware of the storms outside, but Elizabeth was different. She had always been outside, watching Fisher with tenderness.
She had endured countless ridicule and pressure for herself, for the royal family, for her father and brother, only to end up in such a situation.
If Fisher couldn’t understand or lacked conscience, perhaps he wouldn’t sense the hardships involved. But unfortunately, he wasn’t an animal nor was he always just a boy in an ivory tower. So, before leaving Nali, he understood and repented.
This was the reason he had never held any resentment against Elizabeth, even if she made mistakes.
Because the one who is favored has no right to talk about right or wrong.
“I’m sorry, I really… I’m very sorry, Elizabeth.”
Fisher simply couldn’t find the words; he could only stretch out his hands, pulling the pained Elizabeth into his embrace, trying to soothe the deep-seated ache in her heart.
But could that sting truly be alleviated?
“. It’s okay, Fisher, now they’re all dead.”
“.”
In Fisher’s embrace, Elizabeth, who was savoring his breath, suddenly smiled slightly. Gripping Fisher’s clothes, she stated a simple fact,
“My father and his spoiled Lunsis were burned to nothing by flames, and as for the Dexter who mocked me, I personally took his noisy head off to feed my dog. At least my dog won’t babble like he did.”
“.”
Elizabeth smiled, pressing the slightly surprised Fisher down, her missing eyes sparkling with an eerie gleam.
“Now, I am the Empress of Nali, and everything is under my control.”
“And now, no one can stop us from being together anymore.”
“Ding dong~”
“Your Majesty, the food is at the door for you.”
At the doorway of the palace, Diane’s voice came. Once the voice stopped and her footsteps gradually faded away, Elizabeth snapped her fingers again, signaling the mechanism waiting outside to bring in the food.
Delicious food emitting aromas was placed beside Fisher by the mechanism, and not only were there various traditional dishes from Nali, but also plenty of sweet fruits.
Elizabeth hooked Fisher’s chin, but before his gaze could pass her to the food behind her, she carefully placed a piece of fruit on his forehead, surveying her masterpiece with satisfaction like a pastry chef decorating a dessert.
“.”
Ah, what is this?
Facing Fisher’s widened eyes, Elizabeth picked up the nearby fruit and continued placing it on him while simultaneously slowly unbuttoning the back of her clothing, the crisp “click” sound creating a lovely rhythm.
“But, I truly can’t wait until after dinner to do this. Let’s start now, Fisher, just give everything over to me, right now, okay?”
“Ah, Elizabeth, wait…”
But it was already unquestionable as Elizabeth suddenly pounced on him, causing him to take a sharp breath while the surrounding curtains slowly fell, suppressing the growing spring in the room, hidden from the outside.
But perhaps it’s worth returning to that earlier question.
Can that sting truly be alleviated?
Probably not, because regrettably, wherever there is a wound, a scar will surely remain.
