Chapter 98 She convince him to trust the" demon"
"It’s so loud," she whispered, clutching her chest.
"Stay with me, Esperanza," he urged, his voice thick with the very devotion she was sensing.
Ezra’s eyes widened as he felt her body tremble beneath his hands. He thought something was physically happening to her
"Esperanza? What is it? What's wrong?" he asked,
"Why is this just starting to happen?" Esperanza whispered, her voice trembling. She pressed her hands to her temples as if she could block out the noise of his heart. "I do not want to feel anyone’s emotions. It's too much."
Ezra let out a small, knowing smirk. To him, it was a sign of her growing power, the "ultimate regime" her mother had promised.
"Everyone is just grabbing me into their emotional trap," she continued, her breath hitching.
"Orion, my mother... and you."
At the word trap, Ezra’s smile instantly faded. His golden eyes sharpened, and the warmth in his gaze turned into a wounded coldness. He stepped back slightly, his posture becoming royal and rigid once more.
"Do you really think it’s a trap? Maybe mine are trap but that demon are genuine," he asked, and then retorted a hurtful sentence, his voice low and serious.
Esperanza froze. She saw the flash of hurt in his eyes and realized how her words had landed. She became confused, her mind spinning between her psychic instincts and her own feelings. Without thinking, she bit her lip a nervous habit that Ezra’s eyes immediately tracked.
"No..." she said softly, looking up at him with wide, apologetic eyes. "Not you, Ezra. I didn't mean you. But all of them..."
"But I am just standing in front of you,and that denon is not here, I am the reason," Ezra said, his voice dropping to a low, intense vibration. "That means it's me. I am the one you feel. I am the one you think is trapping you."
Esperanza stopped smiling instantly. The air grew heavy again, but not with anger it was something much more magnetic.
"Then I have to think wild with my emotions,"
Ezra continued, his golden eyes locking onto hers with a sudden, playful heat. "So I can grab your attention and never let it go."
Esperanza felt a rush of heat travel from her chest to her face. Her cheeks got completely flushed. The idea of a Dragon King intentionally "thinking wild"
"I... I..." she stammered, her voice failing her. She had no words left to proceed, caught between the rules of her mother and the raw honesty of the man in front of her.
Ezra watched her struggle for a moment, his smirk returning, but this time it was soft almost kind. He stepped back and looked at the massive, shadowed door of the cell.
"I am going to release him," he said firmly. He reached for the heavy iron key at his belt. "But understand this, Esperanza: I am doing this just for your sake,"
A wide smile broke across her lips, lighting up her face like the sun. The weight she had been carrying for years finally felt lighter. She had won. She had convinced the Dragon King to trust the "monster."
"I know you would," Esperanza whispered, her voice ringing with a newfound certainty. The fear that had clouded her mind for weeks seemed to evaporate in the heat of his presence.
"And I am not afraid... because you are with me." Her eyes flickered as she speaks.
Ezra froze for a fraction of a second, the heavy iron key tight in his grip. To hear those words that the most powerful psychic he had ever met found her courage not in her magic, but in him changed something deep within his dragon soul. He wasn't just her protector or her King anymore.
He gave a sharp, decisive nod, his jaw set with a grim but loyal determination. Seeing his resolve, Esperanza’s smile grew even wider, her eyes shimmering with a mix of relief and triumph.
"I know you will protect me," she whispered, her voice a soft vow that echoed against the damp stone walls. "And that you will be standing by my sight forever."
She looked deep into his eyes, and in that moment, the psychic noise of the world fell silent. She didn't need to read his mind to know the truth. Ezra wasn't just a Prince or a Dragon to her anymore; he was her shield. He was the solid ground she could stand on while her powers threatened to pull her into the clouds.
Ezra didn't speak, but the way he stepped in front of her placing his body between her and the cold shadows of the cell said everything. His hand stayed on the hilt of his sword, his posture radiating a silent, lethal promise: No one touches her.