The War Bride

24 | Starlight

Luwen peered into the passage, sharing his excitement. She gave his hand a squeeze without thinking. "I'll take your words for it. Let's go."

Clambering across rocks, she realized he held her hand without letting go, ever since they left the fire pit. It felt almost natural and comforting to hold his hand, to feel his skin on hers.

When they reached the underground stream, he released her hand and boarded the small boat waiting there. She mourned the loss of warmth from his hand, but soon followed him onto the boat and sat at the front. He picked up the paddle, eyes staring ahead before landing on her.

"Are you ready?"

She gave a nod, and he began paddling. They passed through sculpted rocks above their heads before they encountered an underground waterfall within the giant cave.

"I'm going to get rid of the light now," he informed her, his quiet voice echoing off the walls. "You can keep the lantern close to you."

"My lord, will we be able to get out of this cave later?"

He saw how she clutched the sides of the boat nervously. "I'm right with you," he assured her gently. "It's safe. My brother and I came here a few times. And trust me, you won't want to miss this sight."

He waited until she was ready before he extinguished the fireballs he had conjured and the boat moved once again.

Deep within the cave and beyond the roar of the water, Luwen found herself awestruck by a phenomenal sight.

She finally understood why he brought her here. They seemed to step into a different realm; a place inhabited by hundreds of blue glow worms on the ceiling. The glittering display reminded her of the stars in the night sky. Reminded her of those happy memories when her parents used to tell her bedtime stories before she fell asleep on the hammock they had built for her in their small yard.

Taking a long look at the lord, Luwen felt genuinely happy for the first time in a long time. No one had ever put in this much effort to surprise her and make her happy. To make her feel as if she was someone important.

Was this moment real? Or was this a dream?

If this was a dream, she wished it was one she never needed to wake up from.

***

"What's your family like?"

While returning to the village, Luwen blurted out the question. Dai Yichen knew about the poor relationship the matriarch had shared with her daughter, but Luwen realized she had little knowledge about his relationship with his family members, except for his brother.

"I'm close to my mother," he said, "but not with my father. He was always cold towards me when he was alive. He always had me watched, fearing my existence might hinder my brother's succession. When my ability manifested at the age of seven, he often tested my strength, just to see how far I could get. I couldn't control them when I was young, and often had my hands burned."

"That's terrible! That's–" Horrified, Luwen grabbed his hands and inspected them for burn scars, only to find none. "–but you've...recovered well?"

He let out a soft chuckle at her reaction. "The healers did their job well, and my brother gave me the best medicinal salve for burns. There were no scars left behind."

However, despite his assurance, Luwen remained upset. "They healed your physical wounds, but not the unseen ones."

Dai Yichen blinked once, stunned by her words, before his expression softened into a look of appreciation. "It's all in the past. With him gone, my life has gotten better."

She bit her bottom lip, feeling his unspoken sadness. His childhood was miserable, but she was glad he had pulled through and grown into a powerful man. "I heard your father passed away from an illness."

"He overdosed on pills—the kind that enhances one's powers but depletes a life force quickly. He felt dissatisfied with his own strength and was impatient. His greed for power killed him."

The man, similar to the matriarch, seemed deranged. "If he hated you using your powers, why not forbid you from using them?"

"Because containing them within me might cause me to combust to my death," Dai Yichen explained. "As lord of the clan, how would others think of him if he had allowed one of his sons to die under his care? His reputation meant more to him than us. He never had me properly trained, but he kept me under his surveillance the entire time."

Luwen threw up her hands, angered because of the unfair treatment he had received from his father. "With a father like him, it's fortunate you and your brother never learned his bad ways."

"That's true," he agreed. "Perhaps, it's just like what Brother said—old age has affected his eyesight and mind."

Her jaw dropped at the insult, unable to imagine his older brother—the man rumored to be dignified and amiable—criticizing his own father for his rancid behavior.

"Your brother sounds amazing. How did you meet him?"

Talking about Dai Huchen seemed to make Dai Yichen's face glow with affection. "He climbed into my room through my window. Told me he had been trying for years. Once he got taller and quicker on his feet, he could finally sneak past his servants and the guards watching my door."

Unable to hold back, Luwen broke into fits of laughter. Even Dai Yichen was smiling at her reaction. "And he was awfully clingy. He kept coming to me even after I told him to leave several times. He taught me everything I needed to know; read, write and swordsmanship. He even taught me how to harness my powers. After I succeeded, we lied to my father, and he never found out."

She grinned at him, happy for his achievements, but her smile soon faded when she noticed the flower ring on his finger. Just like hers.

Fear snaked up on her, crawling through the cracks in her armor.

They had grown closer than before, close enough to be stepping across a boundary that they both shouldn't be. She couldn't get used to this comfortable feeling. Shouldn't.

Otherwise, she feared she might soon completely lose sight of her aim here.

Or she may already have.

When he took a step towards her, closing the distance between them, she hurriedly turned and walked away.

"It's late, my lord. We should return to the village."