Ileus: The Dark Prince Chapter 542 - [Bonus ] Unusual Situation

Chapter 542 - [Bonus ] Unusual Situation

Frozen to the spot, Olivia didn't move. Kaizan held her tightly in his arms and was about to lift her when she protested, "What are you doing?"

"Stay quiet," he chided her. "You have hurt yourself and there was blood behind your head. You pa.s.sed out because of exhaustion." Saying this he lifted her out of the carriage.

Seeing that his Master was holding a woman in his arms and that he must be uncomfortable, the coachman said, "Should I arrange for a soldier to come and carry m'lady to the tent? She can't walk on her own and I see that you too are exhausted."

Kaizan paused at the door as a scowl tugged at the corners of his mouth when the coachman suggested it to him. He didn't know why but the idea of someone else carrying his wife around did fit well. He shook his head. "I can take care of her myself," he grunted. "That's the least I can do."

The coachman stared at Kaizan. He nodded out of fear, out of extreme surprise and then stepped aside. The man had been taking care of his wife ever since the battle broke out a few hours back. He tended to the wound on her head, ripped his sleeve for her, made them ride slowly, like very slowly, and now he was carrying her to the tent.

Olivia blushed like the first red that appeared in the sky before sunrise. He carried her all the way to the tent that was specifically prepared for them.

Olivia was embarra.s.sed with the way he held her in his arms. He gathered her closer to his chest and walked all the way to the tent. He pressed her against his chest so that now her chest was against his. He had to do that because the girl's b.r.e.a.s.t.s were plump and beautiful and her nipples had pebbled so hard that he was sure that anyone could see them if he could see it. He kept his gaze straight and unrelenting till he reached the tent as if nothing affected him but in truth, he hoped that he didn't embarra.s.s himself by walking amidst his group of soldiers with his c.o.c.k pus.h.i.+ng his breeches like a traveling tent. He reasoned. This was an unusual situation. When he slid her down his body to set her on her feet in front of the tent, she swayed a little. Instantly, he held her waist to steady her. He looked down at her with knitted eyebrows as if to measure her health.

Olivia caught his shoulders as stars appeared in front of her eyes. How much blood had she lost? When she opened her eyes to adjust her vision, her gaze met with that of Kaizan's. Those warm, honey-like hazel eyes bored into hers and she licked one of her plump lips, full lips. Her throat went dry. She found herself secure in those muscled arms. The man was lean and defined and so masculine. His muscles bulged when he held her straight. She wondered how rock hard and satiny he would feel under her fingers. She clung onto his broad shoulders and her body was pressed against those sculpted muscles that could only belong to a warrior. And then there was a hard yet flesh, bone-like thing between their bodies. It was so hot, as if forged in fire.

A servant came running to them with a pitcher of water. "M'lord!" he said.

Kaizan narrowed his eyes on the man and then took the pitcher from him. He turned to Olivia and said, "Here, have some water." Saying that he pressed the pitcher to her lips. Olivia didn't know that she was so thirsty. She gulped water hungrily without bothered about the fact that it sluiced down the corner of her mouth onto her neck and then inside. Kaizan bit back a gasp. Admonis.h.i.+ng himself internally and pulling himself out of the thoughts that had slipped into the gutter, he focused on the bandage around her head. When she finished having water, he handed the pitcher to the servant.

The servant said, "M'lord, the soldiers are constructing an extra tent for the lady. I am sure the lady would like to sleep alone given her condition."

Kaizan hesitated, but then he shook his head. "No, I will sleep in the same tent as hers. She is not in a good condition."

Olivia's eyes became wide as surprise flickered through her body. "I— I can stay on my own," she said. "I can take care of myself," she protested.

Kaizan ignored her words. He gave a dank glare to the servant who flinched. "You can leave," he said. The servant scurried away. Once he was gone, Kaizan simply lifted her from the ground so that her feet were dangling in the air. She was hard pressed against his taut stomach and the middle of her thighs were pressed against his bulge. If she was blus.h.i.+ng, she went a shade more crimson. The way he carried her inside, it was as if her extra weight was of least significance to him because, he himself was such a huge man. He could probably carry three women like that at once with those broad shoulders and muscular arms.

Kaizan carried her inside and then set her on the fur that was laid on the ground. "Do you wish to change?" he asked gently as he held her in his arms studying her health.

She nodded. She was very dirty and after she had stabbed that man, there was blood on her dress and skin. She needed a hot water bath, but in this wilderness, she decided against it. Moreover, the place was testosterone charged. Her maid in waiting had refused to come with her, afraid of the Silver Vales people who personally served the General. "If it isn't too much of a problem, can someone bring my chest?"

"Yes," he replied. He made her sit on the fur and then walked out the tent. Olivia sat there, huddled up. She heard men joking and pegging anchors in the ground to build more tents.. The tent was small and a small lantern burned outside it.