Nothing happened the rest of the day.
Princess Davina stayed in her room composed of the necessary furniture and a dressing table.
She tried sleeping, but she couldn't.
Not only because the room wasn't up to her comfortable standards, but also because she was thinking about sothing. Early in the morning, when people haven't even woken up yet, she sat up and rubbed her face.
A soft sigh escaped her red-glossed lips.
"Am I really that inadequate…?" Princess Davina murmured, her fingers tightening around the sheet in frustration, thinking about the fact that she doesn't know anything about Kaelthar. "Why would Father keep this from ? Even if he has no intention of naming his successor—matters of such importance like this should not be withheld. I've proven myself capable, haven't I? So why…?"
Initially, Princess Davina didn't know who Rex was going to et by coming here.
But when he told her that he was eting Kaelthar, soone from the Sky City that Duke Lorcan kept hidden, she was shocked and also skeptical at the sa ti. She has never heard of the na Kaelthar, and if the duke really did keep soone like him, she'd know.
Yesterday, however, when confronting Kaelthar directly, she realized that Rex was telling the truth.
Kaelthar confessed that Duke Lorcan kept him there.
And she didn't know.
Her relationship with Duke Lorcan might be strained, but she didn't realize that it was to this extent.
For Duke Lorcan to keep things from her shows that it's pretty bad.
"Just because of that woman—he'd rather isolate like this? He'd rather let the distance between us grow?" Princess Davina grimaced, disappointed further in the duke, who was blinded by desire. "But I am not giving up. I'll show you… I'll make you see and take seriously."
A flicker of determination crossed her face.
She knew what she needed to do.
But then, she frowned, confused about sothing.
"If I don't know who Kaelthar was, how did Rex know…?"
Princess Davina thought aloud as she glanced at the door.
Curious and also alert, she headed for the door.
She leaned into the corridor, glancing left and right to ensure no one was around before her eyes fixed on the room beside hers. After a brief pause to gather her thoughts, also slightly uncertain, she gave a small nod, stepped out from her room, and knocked on the door.
"Rex, it's ."
Princess Davina waited for an answer.
But there was none.
She knocked again, and this ti, waited longer than before, but the result was still the sa.
No answer.
Her brows dipped harder as she pushed the door open in a hurry.
Inside, she couldn't find Rex anywhere.
Even the bed was still almost perfectly arranged, almost as if it hadn't been used at all.
"Did he leave ?" Princess Davina exhaled roughly through her nose.
She already told Rex the reason as to why the two of them needed to stick together, so that Duke Lorcan wouldn't suspect them of conspiring against him—but Rex wasn't listening. He wouldn't make this kind of stunt if he did.
In a hurry, Princess Davina stepped out of the room.
'I don't know when he left, but he has no mount. Esravon and I could catch up with hi-'
Before she could finish her train of thought, she froze.
Rex had appeared at the far end of the corridor, seemingly returning from sowhere.
As he turned to return to his room, Rex paused and raised his brow slightly at the sight of Princess Davina standing there in front of his room. He continued ahead, approaching her with a clear question on his face, inquiring what Princess Davina was doing without uttering a single word.
Princess Davina wanted to ask Rex about how he ca to know about Kaelthar.
But the question was stuck in her throat.
She didn't say a single word, even when Rex stood before her, waiting for her to say sothing.
To explain what she was doing.
"So? Aren't you going to explain to why you're standing in front of my room?"
Rex broke the silence.
Like yesterday, his gaze and tone were as cold as ice, different from his usual passive tone.
"I… I couldn't sense your aura, so I ca to check in case you leave here."
"You know what I want. I'm not going to leave."
Princess Davina covered her nose with her hand, looking at Rex up and down, inspecting him.
Even yesterday, Rex had looked rough—worn down by his battle against the Voidal Monarch, his body marked with dust and dried blood that left him looking haggard. But now, he appeared even worse. She noticed fresh streaks of blood, sared carelessly across his body, as if wiped away by his own hand, rather than a cloth.
Not to ntion, he also has unhealed wounds.
Princess Davina wasn't that close with Rex, but she was quite sure he had regeneration power.
So, it was odd to see him riddled with unhealed wounds.
'Did he stay up through the entire night doing sothing—until he's this exhausted?' Princess Davina wandered, then her gaze narrowed. 'He reeks of blood and sweat… He must have been battling Voidal Monsters. But why? Training? That seems terribly inefficient when he's already worn down.'
"Where were you? What were you doing?"
"Shouldn't it be obvious? Get out of the way."
Rex walked past Princess Davina and went into his room, closing the door behind him.
He wanted to co back without notifying Princess Davina, but she woke up very early today.
Inside, Rex instantly went into the bathroom.
There was only a shallow stone recess filled with water and a wooden scoop resting beside it.
Rex took off his clothes with a slight groan, the fabric latching onto his fresh wounds, causing sharp pain across his entire body. Once he was naked, he placed a hand against the wall, scooped a scoopful of water, and poured it over his head.
"Arghh…"
His groan grew louder as the cold water burned the open wound.
Rex peeled off his clothes with a low groan, the fabric clinging stubbornly to the fresh wounds.
Each tug sent a flash of pain searing through his body, as if the cloth itself had grown fangs.
Stripped bare, he braced a hand against the wall to steady himself, his breaths shallow and uneven.
He dipped the wooden scoop into the water and poured it over his head in one go.
"Arghh…"
As soon as the cold water t his skin, it felt like fire.
Rex could feel the sting tearing through his open wounds, raw nerves flaring as though his flesh was being carved anew. His groan deepened, echoing in the small chamber, a guttural sound of pain mixed with sheer endurance.
rcilessly, he poured more water over his head, letting it wipe the dirt and blood away.
Rex stared at the wall, notifications flashing in his eyes.
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