Kaelith Room

"What are you two doing here?"

We bumped into Dad at the bottom of the stairs, just before heading to the archive room. His gaze was piercing, especially towards me; Dad looked different from usual.

I’d never seen Dad like this before, as we’d rarely spoken or seen each other over the years.

Alaric tugged my hand. "We were just having a chat," he replied.

Alaric pulled me away from there; he immediately took me into my room, then closed the door.

"Get ready, Vaelora. Tomorrow I’ll make sure you’re with Kaelith. You two need to stay away from this house for a while."

I furrowed my brow, confused. Previously, Alaric had been furious when I was with Kaelith, but now he was actually supporting him.

The Haugen family curse is indeed terrifying, but I’m sure there must be a way out of this.

“What do you think—what if Father has known about me and Kaelith all this time? What if he’s been planning all of this from the start?”

Alaric looked frustrated. “That was the plan from the start. Back when your mother was pregnant with you, you nearly met with an accident, but I don’t know what she promised that led to Kaelith and Red disappearing for a while.”

“All right, tomorrow I’ll go and see Kaelith. For the time being, I’ll stay with him and try to solve the riddles in this book.”

Alaric nodded, then left my room. I lay back on the bed; the moonlight shone brightly through the gaps in the window, which wasn’t covered by my curtains.

My room was dark, with only the bedside lamp on. I turned towards the window, hoping that all the bad things I’d been through were just a dream.

But I didn’t want my encounter with Kaelith to have been merely a dream; ever since he entered my life, my thoughts have been constantly on him.

I touched my own lips without meaning to; once again, I was reminded of his touch. I realised one thing: that I was already missing him again.

Just as Alaric promised, today I’ll start living with Kaelith. It turns out he has another house not far from Haugen Corp. A luxurious home with an antique design still intact, boasting a spacious garden.

Kaelith doesn’t mess around with his age; his tastes remain true to his era.

What else can you expect? He has, after all, lived for over 400 years.

Kaelith held my hand tightly as we walked into the house, with Simon following behind us—he was now back to his old self. He helped carry my small suitcase.

Alaric had just come to see me off; he said that if he stayed too long, Father would become suspicious.

Actually, Father himself rarely asked about me or spoke to me. My family’s relationships were very cold towards one another, except for me and Alaric, who had always been together since childhood.

“Where’s my room?” I asked Kaelith.

He took me upstairs; we entered a large room with a beautiful double bed. Everything in this grand house was exquisite and distinctive.

“Of course, here, with me.”

Kaelith pulled me to sit on the soft bed; he then opened the window, letting the sunlight stream in. The air from outside felt fresh as the breeze blew in.

Then Kaelith sat beside me, gently stroking the top of my head. Every touch felt so careful, as if he were looking out for me.

This is Kaelith, a handsome man with red hair and beautiful hazel eyes. His skin was soft, though cool; his gaze was sometimes sharp, and that only added to his handsomeness.

I touched his cheek, then realised something.

"Warm?"

That’s right. Kaelith’s skin feels warm; usually she’s cold, unlike humans.

“Is that true?” Kaelith herself seemed sceptical of what I was saying.

“You’re warm, Kaelith; your temperature is the same as mine right now,” I said, cupping her cheeks.

Kaelith looked at me in confusion, but I knew deep down he must be happy.

“C-could it be that I’m slowly returning?” he said softly.

He then cupped my face, “Perhaps I’m slowly becoming human again, just like you, Vaelora.”

“But how is that possible?” I couldn’t believe it myself.

Kaelith took the ancient book I was carrying and turned the pages one by one. The names were still listed there; nothing had changed, including our names, which were still linked.

Then he turned the page; there, a ritual symbol different from before appeared.

Kaelith studied it closely, as if reading every symbol.

“The night of the total blood moon eclipse has shifted again; the date is gone,” said Kaelith, pointing to the page in the book.

He was right; previously, the time when the eclipse was due to occur had been clearly written there, but now it was gone.

Has something changed? Has the archive room in my house… caused something to change here?

Kaelith closed the book and put it away, then sat down beside me again. I could smell the scent growing stronger from his body—a masculine scent I’d never forget.

Kaelith reached out, took my hand, and kissed it.

“For now, I want to spend every moment with you,” he whispered.

I stared at him in disbelief; Kaelith was teasing me with that sensual gaze of his.

“Kaelith…”

He pushed my body so that I lay on the bed, his hand gently touching my face. From my cheek to my neck, his movements sent a slight shiver down my spine.

"Vaelora, you’re so beautiful; no wonder I fell in love with you. You were truly meant for me," he whispered.

That phrase again, yet despite that, my heart still fluttered every time he expressed his feelings.

Kaelith was like an endless echo, constantly reverberating within my heart and mind.

He then kissed my cheek, “Do you want me too?”

I nodded slowly, “Yes, I want you. Kaelith Vaeltharion Morveth, all of yours.”