Semua Bab When He Becomes The Prince's Only Salvation: Bab 1 - Bab 10

A freezing, bone-chilling liquid poured over Leon's head, shocking him awake. Cold water streamed down his face, soaking him to the skin. He coughed violently, the suffocating sensation leaving him momentarily breathless. Blinking hard, he opened his eyes, only to be confronted by a woman whose presence was nothing short of horrifying—a living embodiment of an evil witch from a dark fairy tale.Her skin was waxy and ashen, etched with deep, uneven creases, as though time had cruelly carved its mark upon her. Her nose was sunken, her lips cracked, and her hair hung in disheveled, straw-like strands over her shoulders. Her half-lidded eyes glimmered with a frigid malice that sent a shiver down his spine."Awake, are we?" she rasped, her voice a grating, metallic screech-like nails on glass. She let out a hoarse, grating laugh. "If it weren’t for the fact that this ritual demands your consciousness, I wouldn’t have wasted a basin of my precious well water on you."“Ritual? What ritual?”

After wiping his body, the subordinates carefully laid Leon on the bed and began their massage. Their fingers moved with a nimbleness that seemed almost casual, unintentionally sweeping away the exhaustion from his body. Yet with each press, each knead, a more complex tide of emotions arose within him. Every motion felt like an indelible mark etched into his very being, leaving behind a disquieting resonance. Leon’s pallor grew starker by the moment. The subordinates, far from hurrying, seemed intent on drawing out the experience. Their hands roamed over his back, shoulders, and arms, applying just the right amount of pressure to relieve his tension. Yet this precise care carried with it an undeniable undercurrent of humiliation, heightened by the fact that he was utterly exposed, devoid of even the faintest shred of dignity. When the massage finally concluded, their work was far from over. They moved on to grooming him meticulously—polishing his nails, styling his hair, and careful

Leon followed Aric down the long corridor, their footsteps echoing like the steady beat of a drum. With each step, the oppressive atmosphere of the wedding ceremony they left behind seemed to fade, but Leon’s heartbeat only quickened in its place. He couldn’t resist stealing a glance at Aric, who walked ahead with an unshakable presence. The broad shoulders, the graceful line of his back, and the undeniable aura of strength he exuded stirred a tangle of emotions within Leon—confusing, unnameable, and impossible to ignore.They finally entered a spacious bedroom. The room was simply furnished, yet luxurious in its own way. The dark-toned furniture exuded a quiet authority, while the half-drawn curtains allowed a sliver of moonlight to spill in, casting a cold, distant glow over the entire space.Leon stood at the edge of the soft carpet, raising his head, wanting to say something, but he realized that his voice was still trapped within him. He bit his lip in frustration, then turned t

He sat frozen on the floor, his eyes locked onto the sword, terror and unease written all over his face. This couldn’t have been just a hallucination—the images were too vivid, too real, as if he had personally witnessed the carnage. That sword… it was no ordinary weapon.“No, it’s impossible… he…” Leon’s voice trembled, the words faltering, unable to form a coherent sentence. His breathing was erratic, and he became painfully aware of his own hands shaking uncontrollably like they had just touched something unimaginably evil.“Calm down, Leon. Calm down…” he whispered hoarsely, but calm was nowhere to be found. Desperation clawed at him as he scrambled to his feet, stumbling toward the bed. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it tightly around himself, curling into a trembling ball.“Sleep… sleep… stop thinking…” he murmured under his breath, desperately clinging to the words, hoping they could shield him from the horrifying images. He buried his head deeper into the blanket, strainin

Jasper looked up, his gaze softening, carrying a hint of apology. “That’s why I considered finding a human partner from your world. But I never imagined… even then, the wedding would be ruined.” He leaned a little closer to Leon, his voice low, filled with guilt. “Leon, I’m sorry. Because of my selfishness, I must’ve frightened you, and you’ve been through much suffering.”Leon was caught off guard by Jasper’s candid confession, and a faint blush crept up his face before he could stop it. While he was still processing the moment, Jasper’s hand slowly reached out, gently cupping Leon’s cheek.“I admit,” Jasper began, his voice low yet brimming with tenderness, “at first, I didn’t know you. But what I said last night—about love at first sight—was true.”His words were steady and sincere, and his gaze seemed to pull Leon into its depths. “So… will you forgive me? Let’s start over. If you’re not comfortable with marrying first and falling in love later, we can take it slow. We can date fi