[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307: To Purify the "Evil" Xion

The Caspian Hale that Xion remembered was the son of Viscount Hale, barely more than a passing footnote in the political ledgers of the aristocrats.

However, the floating whispers that drifted past his ears along the way told him something different.

This older Caspian had somehow clawed his way up to the title of Marquis, far surpassing the modest rank of his father.

He was now the right hand of the Crown Prince. Loyal lapdog of the Empire. And, most baffling of all, his kidnapper.

To his own surprise, Xion had fallen asleep again inside the carriage, only waking from the rough jostling as he was picked up.

Were they entering an inn? A mansion? He couldn’t tell.

While patiently waiting for Caspian to leave him alone in this new abode, he stared at the system interface. Five more hours had gone by now.

The silence returned and it took Xion a few moments to truly process what had happened to him.

He had actually been kidnapped on his own wedding day.

A fine gift to leave for Darius, wasn’t it?

His lips curled into a smile, though it left a bitter taste at the tip of his tongue.

The bed beneath him was softer, far more delicate than the carriage seat he had been dozing off on.

And yet, the silken sheets felt like needles against his skin—mocking him with their comfort, piercing through flesh and patience alike.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding darkness didn’t unsettle him. In fact, it was almost a relief. Either that, or it was the quiet confirmation that aside from the wind flirting with the curtains, the room was empty.

As for the large bed and the thin almost-transparent screen shielding the steaming bath... he chose not to dwell on it.

At the very least, one thing was finally in his favor. His mana had begun to gather at the tips of his fingers.

The white light sparked faintly, like the flame licking at the wick of the lone candle on the table. It lit up just enough of the room to reveal the shut door and the sliver of wind slipping through the window’s small opening.

"Should we jump out of the window?"

[No, we can’t.] The system’s voice held a trace of guilt. If it hadn’t rushed to reboot, this mess might have been avoided.

[If we went out now, you would freeze to death.] Xion was able to move his body, but survival in the northern winds was another matter entirely.

So even knowing full well what thoughts likely festered in Caspian’s mind, remaining in this room was still the safer option.

Was Xion going to behave like an obedient little prisoner?

Of course, he was.

The echo of footsteps outside the room made that decision for him. Now wasn’t the time to act.

He closed his eyes again and sank into the duvet.

The fabric was freshly laundered, with the faintest trace of floral scent.

Familiar. He was certain he’d smelled it before, though at the moment, his brain felt like it was running on 2G.

Even when he tried to think, there was no recollection whatsoever...Well, it smells nice.

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