The Scarred Queen's Rise (Athena) novel Chapter 702

Chapter 702

He expected Natasha to mock him, but to his surprise, she said, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of pain is just part of being human. Har ye bat dach blood, not some immortal beings. Everyone feels it.”

Her words were still playful, but her touch grew unexpectedly gentle.

As if to soothe his pain, she leaned in and gently blew on his wound.

Evander felt a strange warmth stirring in his chest. He turned his head slightly and murmured, “Thank you”

“You took a wolf’s claw for me, and you’re still thanking me?” Natasha teased, eyes glinting. “Is His Highness always this soft–hearted?”

Evander knew she was teasing him and could only roll his eyes in exasperation.

Suddenly, a sharp ripping sound came from behind him as the fabric tore.

“This wound needs to be bandaged, or it’s just going to tear open again,” Natasha said, her hand already reaching around him from under his arm.

Her small hand fumbled across his chest as she mumbled to herself, “Hmm? Where’s that piece of cloth?”

Evander, his face burning, shoved the cloth into her hand without meeting her eyes. Instantly, Natasha’s cheerful voice rang out, “Oh. There it is.

Unable to take it any longer, Evander finally snapped, “Natasha, are you deliberately taking liberties with me?”

“If I’m taking liberties with you, it just proves you’re irresistible. If even your body can’t tempt me, then you’d truly be pathetic.”

Natasha counted on her fingers as she tried to convince him, “Think about it–we’re always at each other’s throats whenever we meet. What does that

tell you?”

Playing along with wide–eyed innocence, Evander asked earnestly, “What does that mean?”

“See? We’re totally incompatible.” Natasha slapped her thigh excitedly and exclaimed, “Your face does nothing for me–if we actually got married, we’d be miserable for life. But hey,” she added with a smirk, “I’m still into your body.”

“Wh–what kind of outrageous nonsense is this?” Evander spluttered, so flustered he nearly toppled out of the tree.

If I have to spend another second with Natasha, I’m going to lose my mind.

Natasha quickly held him down and, with playful seriousness, said, “Don’t get so worked up. I’m just speaking hypothetically. Besides, I have principles- I wouldn’t marry you just because I’m into your body and ruin your life. So relax.”

Evander turned away in a huff, refusing to acknowledge her.

He finally saw through it–Natasha was nothing but a shameless flirt.

Evander huffily adjusted his robes, shooting Natasha a wary look.

He was terrified she’d give in to her brazen impulses and pounce on him.

He looked for all the world like a sulky, wronged young bride.

Natasha shot him a playful wink. “So, Your Highness, are you going to give my proposal some serious thought?”

Evander stammered, “Wh–what proposal?”

“Ask the King to revoke the decree. We’re astrologically incompatible, and with my temperament, if we got married, you’d probably end up wearing horns,” Natasha teased, deliberately trying to scare him.

Chapter 702

Evander’s face turned ashen with rage. “The Imperial decree has already been issued how am I supposed to change iem

He was truly exasperated by Natasha. For a young lady, her words were far more risqué than anything he’d ever heard.

‘Craving my body? How is this any different from being a lecherous rogue?‘ Evander fumed inwardly.

After Evander finished speaking, he shot Natasha an exasperated look. She responded with a theatrical sigh and a look of mock regret. “Well I guest there’s no other choice–Your Highness will just have to endure being stuck with me for life.”

Evander was done. He didn’t want to speak or even look at her. With a heavy sigh, he simply squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to block her out completely

But Natasha pried his eyes open and teased, “Hey, don’t you dare fall asleep. What if you doze off and end up as wolf food?”

Evander was dead tired, but after Natasha’s relentless provocation, he was so furious that his chest tightened with the bitter taste of Blood

Trapped and helpless, he fumed–couldn’t go up, couldn’t get down.

He closed his eyes, trying to block out Natasha, but suddenly heard her snicker mischievously behind him. “If you dare fall asleep,” she teased, “Til strip you bare and have my way with you.”

Evander’s eyes snapped open. Overcome with rage, his blood surging violently, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

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