The Crown's Entrapment

Chapter 4

Making his way inside, Darius stared at the lad lying on the bed, his skin covered in herbal ointments from head to toe. He leaned in a little to take a cursory sniff, also carefully looking at his facial features.

His face was smaller and more contoured compared to most lads Darius had seen. His eyebrows were black, neither too thick nor too thin, perfectly shaped to match his face. He had long eyelashes which curled at the tips that softened his features a bit.

Darius recalled the lad staring at him with those deep emerald eyes, fearlessly enquiring for the kids and the women that he had been trying to save. Such green eyes were very rare, it was Darius’s first time looking at such expressive and alluring eyes.

It was too bad that the lad’s eyes were closed right now so he won’t be able to see those verdant-green forests in his eyes for the time being.

His gaze then shifted to the lad’s cute button-shaped nose. Then his eyes wandered to the lad’s lips. They somehow seemed so full and sexy to him… Almost making him want to kiss them!

[Smell and check carefully!] Darius suddenly hissed at Zeus, asking the wolf to confirm its theory before things got out of hand. He was merely checking the lad’s facial features, yet he was starting to find what he saw, extremely pleasing and attractive.

Shaking his head, he sniffed the lad from head to toe again, the distinctive scent remaining as powerful as ever. It was the most addicting scent he had ever smelled in his whole life. There could be no mistake.

Looking at his torso, the healer had seemed to have taken off his bloody clothes to dress his wounds appropriately. Currently, the lad was only covered with a sheet spread across his chest. Something seemed off with it, however.

Darius cursed again as he moved his hand closer to the lad, slowly towards his chest. He didn’t know what had come over him, but he wanted to check what was beneath the sheets covering him.

Deep within him, he probably wanted to check the lad’s gender, just to confirm whether he was a male since his facial features screamed femininity.

This was ridiculous. He actually wanted to pull that sheet down. This was not at all like him! This was more like his wolf, Zeus! With hesitancy, Darius moved his hand and slowly reached for the sheet.

‘This is invading someone’s privacy!’ the king scolded himself, but his perverted wolf disagreed, urging and encouraging him to pull those sheets off.

Darius suddenly pulled his hand back and condemned himself inwardly, “What am I doing?”

He wanted to check and confirm the lad’s gender.

[You’re hopeless. How can you even think something like that about a young lad, huh? You’re nuts!] He inwardly scowled at Zeus.

However, the latter only fought him, getting even more eager to pull the sheets off until Darius ended up raising his hand towards the sheet spread over the lad’s chest.

He tugged on it and was just about ready to pull it off when the door suddenly swung open, causing him to abruptly stop and freeze in place as he came out of his trance.

“Your Majesty? What are you doing?” the healer asked with a frown, clearly confused at his atypical behavior.

Darius growled inwardly in annoyance.

He sucked in a breath, and instead of pulling the sheet down, he acted as if he had pulled it back up a bit more as he replied, “I was checking on him. You have removed all of his clothes, correct? I wanted to see how deep his wounds are since there were a lot of bloodstains on him.”

“Not all of his clothes, Your Majesty. I only removed those that would hinder my ability to treat his wounds,” the healer neutrally responded.

“I’ve done what I can, but the patient still has some deep wounds left untreated that I must address quickly. If you don’t mind, Your Majesty, I need to mix some herbs and put them on some wounds as fast as I can. I apologize for this, but I need some time alone with the patient again.”

“He… Uhm. Is he…” Darius muttered with apprehension, unable to fully complete his sentence.

“Yes, Your Majesty? Is there anything else you want to know?” the healer tersely asked. “Time is running out, and I need to address the rest of the untreated wounds immediately.”

“A-alright, I will go out now. Inform me as soon as he is ready to travel,” he replied with a somber expression.

He had kept addressing the lad as a ‘lad’ and ‘he,’ but the healer wasn’t correcting him. It would only make him look stupid if he were to ask the healer to confirm the lad’s gender, so he was left with no choice but to stew in the unknown. Not only was it stupid, but it would also make him look like a pervert!

All the while, the healer nodded politely at the king, who hurriedly walked out of the door. Her eyes followed the king as he walked out, before slowly shifting to the lad, with a warm smile she slowly whispered, “He has found you. You’re in good hands now.”