Belle felt his gloved thumb caress the back of her hand he held in his as he waited for her to tell him what she had done.
"I don’t know how I got to get it back. The day before we left for that hunt..." Belle couldn’t help but shudder at the mention and the memory of the dreadful hunt that had caused all of this mess, but she continued to speak and told him about her experience of seeing the plant in the land of the dead.
"I woke up fast, which is why I thought perhaps I had dreamed it and not teleported to the other land. That’s why I didn’t say anything about it. I don’t know how I was able to find the place where the plant was again, but I did, somehow," she said to him, her eyes taking on a thoughtful look, remembering how she had felt like something inside her was leading her to where the plant was. And there was also that voice in her head...
"I think whatever it is that makes me different is not so bad. If I wasn’t, I would have lost you. You are right, accepting it is the best way, only that I wish I knew what makes me different from the normal humans. What makes it possible for me to go in between the world and to see the creatures from the other world."
That day she had first found herself in the land of the dead, Belle had taken this as a curse and did not want to accept it and was afraid of it. Now that she thought about it, Rohan had been right when he once told her that one could choose to take what made them different as a curse or a gift, and now she was starting to see it as a gift. Only, she wished to understand this gift and know what made it so, why she had it, and how she could control and learn about it.
Rohan stared at his wife, who looked to be lost in thought. At first, when he realized that just like him she could see Kuhn, and that it wasn’t because she was about to die, he had thought it had something to do with the incident in her childhood with him.
He had almost thought that she had somehow died when he handled her roughly in his rogue state when she passed out, and that just like him, she had made a friend with a reaper who returned her soul to her body and gave her the gift to see his pet.
But now that this had happened, he could tell it was different.
She had not died that day, and she certainly had not made friends with any of the reapers, not even Kuhn’s friendly master. He could still remember that certain reaper who had broken the rules and decided not to cross his soul through the River of Souls, that time his parents had mercilessly extracted his heart to kill him.
The death of a demon was different from that of a vampire. Despite the gruesome torture his parents had put him through, the kind of torture that could take a vampire’s life, he had only truly died when they removed his heart. But that reaper had brought him back into his body and let him live.
Hers was different from his.
He could not travel into the other world. He could only see Kuhn and not other creatures of the dead. His wife was gifted with something else entirely different from his. But what that was, and what made it so, was something even he had no answer to.
"I have not seen Kuhn since we came into this kingdom," Belle told him after they talked about what else she could do with her gift, and she answered him, listening to her carefully.
Rohan sighed. "He is in the castle. He cannot leave the place because it is where his master and I became friends and he was given to me. It’s like his safe haven where he could hide away from the reapers. The castle masks his scent and makes it impossible for any reaper to track him. If you haven’t noticed yet, my wife, Kuhn is the biggest coward alive. He fears the reapers and would not risk getting into their hands by leaving and going far from the castle."
Belle nodded in understanding, now realizing why the creature disappeared at unexpected times and also regretting how she had gotten mad at him that day and sent him away. Actually, many things she had done in the past days mostly felt unreal to her now that her husband was awake. She could not believe she was brave enough to do most of the things she did.
It was like she had been possessed by a spirit that gave her power, and now that everything was over, well, not completely over, she could feel herself coming back to her own body.
"Will the king try to look for us?" she asked as Rohan helped her from her chair when he suggested they tour the manor after she told him she had not gotten to walk around it since the day they came.
Rohan’s possessive arm, which had circled around her waist, seemed to tighten at that question.
"He will. He can’t rest unless he is sure I’m no more. The fear of someone else taking the throne from his bloodline won’t leave him unless he has my head," Rohan said with a small pull of his lips. "But rest assured, I’ll have his before I let him take mine," he assured her when she looked at him with startled eyes, as if she could no longer bear the thought of losing him, causing his heart to skip a beat again, something he was still trying to get used to.
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