I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Chapter 65: Irrestible charm!

The ornate vehicle glided to a stop, its magical aura dissipating as it settled on the cobblestone street. Zafron, still marveling at the contraption, stepped out first, offering his hand to Mara and then Matilda. The cool evening air of Drakoria carried hints of exotic spices and arcane energy.

Matilda approached the driver's window, her movements graceful yet purposeful. She withdrew a small pouch from her handbag and handed over several shimmering Thalen bills.

"Thank you for your service," Matilda said, her voice carrying the smooth authority of nobility as she handed the currency to the driver. The man's eyes widened slightly at the generous tip, and he bowed his head in gratitude.

"May the Celestial Winds guide you, my lady," the driver replied, his gruff voice softening with respect.

As the vehicle departed, Zafron's brow furrowed. He realized with a pang of guilt that Matilda had been shouldering their financial burden without complaint. The weight of their situation settled on him anew – it was mere days ago that he and Mara had been Matilda's slaves. Now, she was their protector and provider.

Matilda, ever observant, noticed the shift in Zafron's demeanor. Her emerald eyes softened as she placed a gentle hand on his arm. "We're almost there, Zafron. You'll be able to rest soon."

Zafron nodded, forcing a smile. "Thank you, Matilda. I just wish I could contribute more."

Matilda's lips curved into a reassuring smile. "Your well-being is contribution enough, my dear. Now, shall we?"

As they began to walk, Mara fell into step beside Zafron. Her eyes darted between him and Matilda, a thoughtful expression on her face. She couldn't help but notice the tenderness in Matilda's gaze when she looked at Zafron – filled with a tenderness that went far beyond the concern of a mistress for her slave.

A knot of jealousy tightened in Mara's stomach, even as she chided herself for the feeling.

They hadn't gone far when Matilda paused, her eyes filled with concern as she studied Zafron's face. "How are you feeling? Any lingering pain?" Her hand reached out, almost unconsciously, to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

Zafron's cheeks colored slightly at the intimate gesture. "I'm fine, truly. Dr. Lyra did an excellent job."

"Glad to know that," Matilda said with a sigh. She really was worried about Zafron. If anything had happened to him, she wouldn't know where to start from. She left her husband's home to be with a slave boy she bought and then ended up losing him? That story certainly wasn't one she would love to be told twice.

Still leading them, they rounded a corner into an alley. However, five men stepped out of nowhere, their intentions clear in their predatory stances. Zafron immediately moved in front of Mara and Matilda, his jaw set in determination.

"Well, well," drawled the apparent leader, a scar-faced brute with yellowed teeth. "Looks like we've got some lost lambs in our territory."

Zafron's muscles tensed, ready for a fight. "We want no trouble," he said firmly, his voice betraying no fear. He immediately got in front of Matilda and Mara, ready to protect them at all cost. He has heard of criminals hiding behind alleys like this. It wouldn't be his first time getting jumped by petty thieves.

The men chuckled darkly, spreading out to block their path. "Trouble's found you, boy. Now, hand over your valuables, and we might let you walk away."

"I'm afraid we have none left to spare for you lot. We are travellers, barely have enough to ourselves. You might as well let us go," Zafron said, standing his ground.

The gang leader's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Brave lad, aren't you? But bravery won't pay our toll."

Matilda's hand gripped Zafron's shoulder, gently but firmly pulling him back. "Zafron, please," she whispered, her voice tight with worry. To the gang, she said, "Gentlemen, surely we can come to an arrangement."

Before the situation could escalate further, a new voice cut through the tension. "What seems to be the problem here?"

A tall, imposing figure stepped into view. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that shimmered with subtle enchantments. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back, and a neatly trimmed beard framed a face that spoke of both refinement and danger. His eyes, a startling shade of violet, surveyed the scene with cool authority.

The gang members immediately backed away, their bravado evaporating. The newcomer's gaze settled on Matilda, a flicker of recognition passing across his features.

"My lady," he said, his voice smooth as silk, "have we had the pleasure of meeting before?"

Matilda stiffened, her grip on Zafron's arm tightening, Zafron however noticed something was amiss, Matilda's face, it looked like she indeed knew something for a moment there.

"No, sir," she replied, her voice steady but clipped. "I'm afraid you're mistaken. We really must be going."

The man's eyebrow arched slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Of course," he said, stepping aside. "My apologies for the misunderstanding. Should you ever find yourself in need of assistance, please don't hesitate to call upon Malachi Vex."

He turned to the gang members, his voice hardening. "As for you lot, these individuals are under my protection now. Spread the word – they're not to be bothered."

Matilda nodded curtly, urging Zafron and Mara forward. "Thank you, Mr. Vex. Come along, quickly," she murmured, her pace quickening.

As they hurried away, Malachi Vex watched their retreating forms, his violet eyes narrowing in thought. "Curious," he mused aloud. "Why would the wife of a noble be skulking about these streets?"

The trio walked in tense silence for several minutes before arriving at their destination – a modest but well-maintained lodge nestled between two larger buildings. The exterior was painted a warm, inviting yellow, with window boxes full of vibrant flowers adding a splash of color.

Matilda ushered them inside, and Zafron's eyes widened as he took in the interior. The main room was cozy, with plush furnishings and warm, earthy tones. A small kitchenette occupied one corner, while a narrow staircase led to what he assumed were the bedrooms upstairs.

"I rented this place yesterday," Matilda explained, her voice tinged with weariness. "It should serve as our home for about a month while we decide our next move."

Zafron nodded, still taking in their surroundings. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the thought of Matilda shouldering this additional expense.

Matilda's eyes softened as she watched Zafron and Mara explore the space. "I need to step out for a bit," she said, her hand already on the doorknob. "Will you two be alright here alone?"

Zafron and Mara exchanged a glance before nodding. "We'll be fine," Zafron assured her, even as a part of him wanted to insist on accompanying her.

As the door closed behind Matilda, Zafron and Mara found themselves alone in the unfamiliar space. The silence stretched between them, filled with unspoken questions and simmering emotions.

Mara was the first to break the silence. "Zafron," she began, her voice soft and uncertain, "what do you think is really going on? With Lady Matilda, I mean."

Zafron sank onto the plush sofa, running a hand through his hair. "I wish I knew, Mara. Everything's happened so fast, and there's so much we don't understand."

Mara sat beside him, close enough that their shoulders touched. "But you care for her, don't you? The way she looks at you... it's more than just a mistress looking after her slave."

Zafron's cheeks colored at Mara's perceptive observation. "I... yes, I do care for her. But Mara, I care for you too. Deeply." He took her hand in his, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin.

Mara's breath caught in her throat, her eyes meeting Zafron's. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension and possibility. "Zafron, I—"

Mara's eyes welled with tears, her emotions finally spilling over. "Zafron, those three days when you were unconscious... they were the worst of my life." Her voice trembled as she continued, "Everything was so scary and unfamiliar. I thought I'd lost you."

She moved closer, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. The warmth of his body against hers was comforting, real. "I missed you so much," she whispered into his chest. "Every moment you were unconscious, I was terrified you wouldn't wake up. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."

Zafron's arms encircled her, holding her close. He could feel her slight frame shaking with suppressed sobs. His hand gently stroked her back, offering what comfort he could.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmured softly. "I'm here now. We're together."

Mara pulled back slightly, her tear-stained face looking up at him. "Everything's so uncertain. How can we know it will be alright?"

Zafron cupped her face gently, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. "I can't promise that everything will be easy, Mara. But I can promise you this: we're together now, and I'll do everything in my power to keep us that way. We'll face whatever comes, side by side."

"Do you promise?" Mara asked, her voice small but hopeful.

"I promise," Zafron replied without hesitation, his eyes locked on hers.

For a moment, they simply gazed at each other, the air between them charged with unspoken emotion. Then, slowly, Mara leaned in closer. Her heart pounded in her chest as she closed the distance between them.

[Your charm is irresistibly high. Attraction increased by 2 for the next 10 minutes].

Seeing this screen appear now, a surge of confidence washed over him.

His charm was already a potent force, but seeing it amplified made him feel even more unstoppable. He couldn't help but grin, imagining how his allure would captivate Mara with newfound intensity.

'This boost is exactly what I need,' he thought, 'to deepen our connection and heighten the experience. With this edge, I'll be irresistible to her, more than ever before. Time to put this advantage to the test and savor every moment of it.'

Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, a whisper of touch filled with all the longing and fear they'd experienced. Then, as if a dam had broken, the kiss deepened. Mara's hands wound into Zafron's hair, pulling him closer, while his arms tightened around her waist.