Chapter 9 - A Failed Attempt At Running Away

The arrow was lodged right where my head would have been if I hadn't dodged. This guy... it's as if he wants to kill me. Or was it to test my reflexes? Either way, I don't like him that much. That grin is so fake, I could see through it a mile away. My heart was beating fast, my temperature rising. Slowly, men started to surround me, blocking my escape routes.

"I wonder... why does a girl who just married the great Lord Reo suddenly want to run away?" I looked into his eyes and said, as unmoved as a rock "I was brought here against my will. I don't need to stay here, you've got nothing to offer me." He scoffed. "Nothing to offer? I'm sure that can be arranged." Then, my serious expression changed like the click of the fingers to a bemused one.

"You know, your men around me might as well be puppets." His eyes opened a bit more. He was fazed by that... "You're welcome to stop me. But knowing that pervert, he probably ordered you not to touch me. Therefore, I can do this... and there's nothing that you can do about it." I then walked towards the men, who backed away terrified. Hold on, he really said that? No way, I just did something that I read in a manga once about a warlord. They really are possessive over their belongings.

Then, a horse came out of nowhere and stopped in front of me. I saw the man who mounted it. It was Lord Reo, and he seemed more than angry. "What are you doing? I told you, running away is futile." Crap, he's here now. What should I do? I can run but I'm fairly sure that I can't outrun a horse. Guess that I should retire for the day.

I sighed as he then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, making me blush. "W-Wait a second, what are you doing? Let me down?" He snarled. "No. You were going to run away so you must be punished." He carried me back to his quarters, where he threw me over his lap and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I laid there, and just as I was about to talk up, he spanked me right on the right butt cheek. I blushed terribly as he did it again and again. I could feel the red heat radiate through my clothes, matching the colour of my cheeks. "Will you run away again?" I can't let myself get intimidated!

"Yes! I'll try again and again until I can go home." He frowned. "Home? You mean that weird looking witch hut that you arrived in?" At least he knows what I'm talking about. I nodded. "Yeah, that's right. I need my books, my notes, my theories and my coffee granules." He sighed and said "If I ask someone to fetch it and bring everything here, shall you behave for the time being?"

Great! I won't even have to make the trip myself. "Yes, but tell your men that everything inside of there is as fragile as a delicate flower. If someone drops something, they'll be hearing from me." He smiled and ruffled my hair. "Okay, I'll get a few men to retrieve all of your belongings. If a husband can't do that, what else can he do?"

Was he trying to be considerate? I mean, granted, he did just spank me but hearing those sweet words, I can't help but feel my chest tighten. He's a terribly stubborn and power-hungry man, which is expected of a warlord, but he also has this vulnerable side that comes when he takes his mask off also. I get why his great-grandfather made his descendants wear masks. So that they could take them off and reveal their true selves to their wife. It gave a great sense of relief to either parties... it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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