[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 258: A Plan Of Revenge

The emergency crystals worked on a special kind of magic, created to transport a string of words to its counterpart.

The message lingered for only a few fleeting minutes before dissolving into nothingness, but it was enough to save lives during an invasion or to send an urgent scolding, as it seemed today.

Normally, the crystals were used to alert of enemy advancement or critical news from the front lines. This time, it was unmistakably different.

The message was signed off by Ray, but the structured neatness of the words was all Nazia.

If Darius had to simplify the first part, it essentially translated to: Are you out of your mind? Why are you dragging Xion out in this weather, knowing how weak he is?

A flicker of amusement danced across Darius’ eyes as he listened through the neat words. It was almost endearing how his subordinates were on edge for Xion’s well-being and not his own.

Tossing the communication stone back onto the table, Darius stared at his hands, flexing his fingers slightly.

The warm touch of Xion’s body still lingered there, a phantom sensation that made him curl his hands instinctively, almost as if he could capture the feeling and hold it a little longer.

Recalling the earlier kiss, the Archduke licked his lips, still starving for more, or perhaps even hungrier than before.

The way Xion had looked at him — all flushed cheeks and trembling hands, calling his name so obediently... that image was going to live in his mind forever, replaying in perfect clarity every time he closed his eyes.

But there was something else that demanded his attention — something far less patient. The twitching hardness inside his pants. He grimaced slightly, running a hand through his long hair before forcing himself to cool down.

When he returned to the room after dealing with his personal business, Xion was already fast asleep.

The Archduke only hesitated for a brief moment before he peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside.

As for the second comforter, unnecessary and in the way, it had been tossed to the far end of the room without a second thought.

Beneath the thick comforter, Darius slowly settled in. The lingering warmth from Xion’s side seeped into his skin as he lay there.

With his softened gaze, he traced the gentle rise and fall of Xion’s chest, the soft strands of his hair splayed like ink against the white of the pillow.

The Archduke hesitated only a moment before inching closer, careful not to disturb the peaceful rhythm of Xion’s breathing.

His heart thudded with a strange sort of anticipation, a quiet hope that Xion would do what he always did in his sleep.

And sure enough, he didn’t have to wait long. Sensing the warmth beside him, Xion stirred, brows knitting together before he rolled over instinctively, burrowing directly into his arms.

The sleepy face nuzzled into his chest, and a small hand draped loosely over his side, curling against his ribs.

A tender smile tugged at Darius’ lips. He didn’t waste another second before wrapping his arms around his sweet darling, holding him close.

He breathed in bliss. How nice it was to have Xion in his arms again.

The Archduke leaned down, his lips brushing against Xion’s forehead, then his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally the corners of his lips.

Darius’s mouth barely touched, just the lightest pressure, as if afraid to wake him.

One kiss. Two kisses. Three. He couldn’t help himself — couldn’t stop the gentle peppering of soft, feather-light kisses that trailed down Xion’s jaw and back up to his temple.

It was a sweetness Darius could no longer deny himself. He’d starved for this, ached for it.

A soft frown began to crease Xion’s brows, and Darius paused, his lips hovering just above his forehead.

"Mmm..." Xion murmured in his sleep, his hand flopping lazily up before swatting directly at Darius’s cheek.

The slap was light, more like a gentle tap, but it startled Darius enough that he froze. His eyes blinked wide, and for a split second, he stared at the peacefully sleeping kitten in his arms.

Then, his shoulders began to shake, and a soft laugh tumbled from his lips.

"Oh, you always slap me, Xion," Darius murmured with genuine fondness, his voice barely above a whisper. He pressed another kiss to Xion’s hair. "Even after all these years, you still haven’t changed that habit."

Xion merely sighed in his sleep, cuddling closer, oblivious to the low chuckle rumbling against his body. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Darius brushed his thumb gently over Xion’s cheek, marveling at how soft his skin was.

Look at you, he thought, lips pulling into a soft smile. Even in sleep, you steal my breath. Always so adorable, my darling.

His hand lingered just over the edge of Xion’s shirt before slipping inside. The skin under his fingertips was so warm, so delicately soft. It was impossible not to inch forward, and so he did.

Slowly, his fingers glided over the thin back, watching with a smirk how even in his sleep, Xion trembled slightly, curling more toward Darius.

"I should take revenge on you for slapping me, Xion." While muttering, his hand slid down, resting over Xion’s hips. Then he gave it a little squeeze. "Yeah, I should definitely spank you a few times for being so naughty."

Much to the Archduke’s chagrin, his lower body was getting taut again.

Damn it, Darius thought helplessly, resting his forehead against Xion’s. Be patient, will you? Have some tolerance.

He needed that patience. Funnily, he had always prided himself on his self-control over the way he could easily manipulate others, but when it came to Xion, he ended up becoming a simple human.

A human who was afraid to lose his darling, a lover who wanted to ram his dick in his baby’s... Stop!

There was another thing that needed to be stopped. Taking Silas Valaria, the heir apparent lightly.

Especially after he had received the urgent message earlier.

Other than worrying about Xion’s health, there was a second part to the message. The king had fallen sick.

Darius was surprised that the old crown had lasted this long before showing cracks. With the way Silas had been clawing at power, Darius had assumed that brat would strike sooner.

Silas was too ambitious, too hungry for control to sit idly by while the king clung to the throne.

But the fact that it had taken this long revealed something Darius hadn’t fully considered. Despite his arrogance, the heir apparent still had a measure of caution.

If Silas had moved hastily, it would have been far easier for Darius to counter him, to turn that ambition against him.

Instead, Silas had been patient, creeping into influence like ivy climbing stone.

Though Darius had no obligation to intervene in the royal court’s struggle, nor were there any forces that could demand his involvement, he remained, in essence, tied to Eldoria Lunerith.

As long as he didn’t declare himself the king and named the Northern Territory a new kingdom, he still had to play by the rules of royal sophistication.

Darius was no fool. He was well aware that crowning himself would only highlight his territory as a threat. It was like pushing his own land on a silver platter for the vultures to dig in.

Back then, Raymond had tried to convince him to do it.

Your Grace, I am sure they all want to get rid of you anyway. So, why not?

Those were Ray’s words, spoken with such a bluntness that had almost made Darius laugh. But there was no denying the truth in them.

Having power was like wielding a double-edged sword. One false move and it would spill your own blood. Darius was no power-drunk fool with grand delusions of ruling the world.

He was aware of the royal power play, a bit too well actually. That was why he had already sent his spies to infiltrate the royal court.

Just as he was thinking through the information he had gathered, and the next steps to take, the little kitten in his arms stirred.

Xion turned around, clinging to Darius’s arm and using it as a makeshift pillow.

With the way that small back pressed so cozily against him, all thoughts of politics and war flew right off Darius’s mind.

Who cares if the king lived or died?

With Xion in his arms, he had better things to worry about. Like his self-control, and his desire to stay close to his baby despite the discomfort it brought to him.

Darius chuckled softly, his arms tightening protectively around Xion. He must truly be a masochist to torture himself like this.

But then again, he was going to take his time taking his sweet revenge by making Xion moan his name until his voice turned hoarse.

And for that moment he was willing to bear it all for now.

"You have no idea what kind of revenge I have planned for you, my little lord."