Tyrant's Obsession With The Heiress-Chapter 51: Her Embrace Crumbles His Resolve

And truth be told, Lady Karina knew that there was a part of herself that understood Lady Drosera was to be blamed for her actions.

But there was so much more to it than that.

There was so much more to this man that she was becoming increasingly involved with.

She struggled to maintain her angry stance, but the tears proved to be stronger.

She was afraid again. Afraid of what Orpheus might do. Afraid that she was at her wit's end with the situation and everything in general.

Afraid that she had failed Lady Drosera and everyone else who lived at Moonveil peacefully before the invasion.

She wiped her tears but they kept rolling down her cheeks relentlessly as she spoke.

"You didn't even consider apologising," Lady Karina uttered between sobs, her features crumpled.

Orpheus set her foot down and stood up again, towering over her.

His eyes held tension and his expression was pensive as he glanced down at her.

He didn't want to see her weep any longer, but with how unusual things have gone, he couldn't let himself be swayed by her any more.

Folding like a fool for whatever she wanted him to do proved to be fatal.

"I will not ask again, Karina." He crossed his arms, struggling with the strong need to embrace her and kiss away her tears. "Do you understand what I have said?"

"Aye," she snapped angrily. "Aye, I understand you. I understand that I am merely a prisoner of your invasion; my father is a prisoner of your control; Moonveil is all but destroyed and I must bend to your will at every turn. I understand completely, my Lord."

Her words were so bitter and rather than showing obedience, Orpheus felt as if each sentence was a direct jab to his heart.

He was a power-hungry warlord who always demanded submission, but when he suddenly realised what it was doing to Lady Karina, he didn't seem to take satisfaction in it any longer.

He watched her rage, the way her little nose wrinkled when she was angry, and the way she wiped at her face with her delicate hands.

Some of his fury had fled as he stood there and watched her grieve.

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Orpheus battled with his inner thoughts. On one hand, his innate desire to hold her was almost overpowering, but doing so would only prove Hendrix's allegations to be true.

And he certainly had no way of explaining to his men how he pardoned Lady Karina for her bold tongue, when normally if it was anyone else he would have frozen them to death.

So he did the only thing he could do at that moment; he made the cowardly move of deciding to leave.

"I will leave you to your thoughts, then," Orpheus said quietly, turning around to head to the door. "Ensure that you are prepared to depart tomorrow at dawn for the journey."

"Orpheus?" Lady Karina uttered his name so sweetly, so timidly, and so very softly that he couldn't resist turning around at her call.

And when he turned to look at her, he was mesmerised and struck by the beauty of her face and the raw emotion in her eyes.

It was then that a wave of guilt washed over the devil and his usually indestructible will was in danger of crumbling to bits.

"Please do not hurt Lady Drosera or put her to her death," she begged softly. "She is distraught and I swear to you that I will take responsibility for ensuring she will never be so bold again."

Orpheus knew he should have taken his leave right there and then, but it was difficult to do so.

"The lady can be considered an assassin," he argued, bringing his hand away from the latch of the door. "Do you mean to tell me that she should not be punished for her actions?"

Lady Karina went to him, tears streaming down her face as her tiny arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

Orpheus stood there, his dual-coloured eyes widened while he was stunned.

He could feel the warmth of her body pressed against his cold back, her tiny arms feeling like fire itself locked around him from behind.

With her thoughts incoherent, Lady Karina didn't know what else she should have done at that moment.

Her words seemed irrelevant and it was difficult to convey her point across to Orpheus, so she did the silly thing she thought of—using her actions to make him understand.

"Detain her in the vault if you must, but please do not end her life." Her arms tightened around him and Orpheus hung his head low, his eyes covered by the unruly curls of his hair. "It truly would not serve any purpose."

"The lady is a threat and all threats must always be eliminated," came his vain reply.

"Orpheus Van Merikh is the bearer of many threats, but he cannot eliminate all of them," she countered, her cheek pressed against his back while she sniffled.

Orpheus noticed that with increasing awareness he was becoming extremely pliable to the lady's will.

It should have infuriated him to no end.

But in truth, he did not care much, other than for the fact that his reputation amongst his men might very well crumble soon.

He'd never given regard to anyone else other than himself and his own wants; this was the very first time.

It was safe to say, it was what Orpheus considered a 'terrifying experience.'

"What would you suggest I do then, my Lady?" He questioned, finally placing his hand on her arm that was still in a tight grip around his waist.

Lady Karina suddenly pulled back, wiping her tears as he turned around to face her.

She did not expect that he would seek her opinion at all and she wanted to answer rationally, not emotionally.

Yet she could only think of one honest answer.

"Do you truly wish to seek my opinion?" She asked, taking a deep breath.

"Aye." He answered with a nod.

It was rare for Orpheus to seek anyone's opinion or even show any regard for it.

Lady Karina gazed up at him and gently, her soft hands reached out and took hold of his calloused hand, which was much bigger than her own.

The warmth of her touch was unmistakable and it did unspeakable things to him.

His fire wanted to devour her whole.

"You must apologise to Lady Drosera for the death of her husband and child," Lady Karina expressed, her eyes stern. "Give her permission to grieve at their graves and let her come to terms with what has passed."