Reincarnated to save a broken heart ✓

Chapter 6

The sound of two slow breaths could be heard in the room. One of them cut off slightly and the eyes of one person opened, scanning every detail in the darkness of the room. His left hand squeezed the other person's a little while his right arm tightened its grip on the second man's waist, sleeping peacefully on his chest.

Orias gently pushed his husband away and leapt abruptly from the bed, sword in hand, intercepting a dagger thrown at him in extremis. The sound of two blades clashing followed, and the second prince quickly avoided the blow, then slid up to the aggressive shadow and slid his weapon down his arm, before cutting it off, blood splattering his dress. This action stunned the intruder, who tried to escape, but his opponent didn't give him the chance and struck him in the stomach, taking his breath away. The whole fight, apart from the sound of the two swords, had been conducted in absolute silence. The other man fell to his knees, clutching his stomach with one hand, his breathing erratic.

The prince glanced quickly at his fiancé, who still seemed to be fast asleep. He mumbled some inaudible words and then turned away, looking as if he was looking for something. The victor refocused on the assassin and crouched down, still on guard, and whispered to him in a threatening voice:

"Tell me who sent you.

- I'd rather die, replied the criminal with a sneer.

- Wish granted", Orias agreed with an icy smile.

At the same time as he spoke these words, he stood up and cut off the head of the undesirable man, the blood spilling onto the carpets and the floor as the head rolled across the floor before coming to rest at the feet of its executioner.

"How am I going to clean up all this mess?" he breathed.

He looked down at his blood-stained dress and sighed in resignation.

"Maybe you need some help?," whispered a teasing voice.

The prince turned in the direction of the voice, surprised to find this person here. He was sitting on the bedside table, as if it were the most comfortable seat in the world, one leg dangling, the other folded against his chest and his head resting on his arm, resting on his knee. A few rays of moonlight allowed a glimpse of his face.

"Master Fury. It's an honour to see you here, Orias greeted in a low voice as he knelt down.

- No, please, Orias, I didn't come here to make you kneel before me. Please stand up, intimated the blond with a wave of his hand, I was just passing by.

- It's still an honour, even if... circumstances don't allow me to present myself as I should, explained the prince gently, rising to his feet.

- You don't have to worry, you can speak out. I've put your husband into a deep sleep and no one else can hear our conversation, said the god.

- I... In that case, Master Fury, why did you insist that I marry this person?

- Don't you already have the answer? Doesn't he look like the one you see in your dreams?" added Fury, tilting his head to one side inquisitively.

At his words, Orias remained silent, reflecting on what the man had said.

"You have to be able to let go of the past," the blond man suddenly whispered to the prince.

The dark-skinned young man stiffened, unsure of how to react.

"I'll give you time to think, but don't let the opportunity slip through your fingers, replied the aforementioned master, on that note, I'll take care of the body, so you have nothing to worry about."