[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 336: Matching Blue

"You do enjoy the cold, it seems," Bianca said, taking another sip of warm tea. The saccharine liquid slipped down her throat, melting into her stomach.

Her delicate red tongue licked the corner of her stained lip, while her sharp gaze was fixed on the person sitting in front of her.

This type of Xion didn’t look like a danger at all, or rather he looked like a prize to win after the threatening ordeal.

How sweet.

"It’s fine, I guess. Though I do prefer the sun," Xion answered.

Bianca was stabbing her fork into the pastry. It easily broke under her pressure. Sweet things were just like that, easy to soften and easy to melt in one’s mouth.

"How are the things in the inner side of the castle, if I may ask? Is there anyone else living there with you?"

What Xion heard was, ’Are there any other concubines or lovers besides him?’

Though he suspected she had taken a liking to Darius, wasn’t this a bit too much to ask so directly?

"I enjoy the quiet," Xion replied with a tight smile. "So, Darius won’t let random people into our wing."

Bianca pretended not to catch the jab as she chewed on the soft dessert before dabbing the corner of her lip with a napkin. A perfect noble.

"I’ve heard His Grace, the Archduke, enjoys winter as well. They say it’s the season that reflects his heart the best. Cold and strong."

Xion blinked slowly.

That didn’t sound like his Darius at all. Sure, his lover was sometimes, cold-faced and often wouldn’t speak much.

But this is the same man who warms my cold feet with his own hands.

Still, he offered a mild nod. "Yes, I suppose that sounds like something they’d say... After all, they don’t know him as closely as I do."

Bianca’s lips twitched.

Undeterred, she leaned forward just enough for her dress’s neckline to shift a little. Like an innocent tease.

"That may be the reason perhaps. But there should be more interesting things to enjoy in the north, no?" Something that wasn’t the Archduke.

"Like?"

"Oh," the lady rested her chin on her hand before blinking her long lashes at Xion. "Like the color of the sky that matches my clothes?"

Her beauty was on full display, waiting for Xion to ogle.

However, when had the silly healer ever looked at women with such a gaze?

If there was someone who could make him flustered and also tempted to take another glance, it was the perfectly shaped abdomen muscles of his husband.

Ah, there should be another thing added to the list that only Darius made Xion feel to this extent.

Irritation. Well, it was more like jealousy but would the silly healer think that deeply? Of course not.

Hence, when Xion noticed how the sky really matched her clothes.

"I have this," he said, shrugging his shoulders to motion at the warm cloth draped over him. He did so while subtly hiding the collar of his blue shirt underneath.

"But aren’t you cold?" No, honestly. If you want to seduce Darius, go bother him.

There was no point in talking or making him angry on purpose. He didn’t have the kind of energy to go and fight with Darius over such a thing.

What if she fell sick? Xion wondered to himself. Would he be blamed for that?

And he didn’t want to share his own cover with her.

"No, I am not cold, Your Grace." Bianca smiled prettily. "I chose it because I thought it might suit the weather... and the company."

She glanced sideways as if gauging his reaction, the curve of her lips coy but her fingers nervously tracing the pattern on the table cloth.

There was a hint of red tint on her cheeks. Was it from the cold or blush, Xion couldn’t tell.

"The snow?" He tilted his head. "The frozen water maybe?"

"You," she said, her red eyes gleaming like embers in the darkest nights. "I am matching with you, your Grace."

A gust of cold air swept through the garden, but neither of them moved. For Xion, the outside cold felt secondary to the real chill creeping up his neck.

Her words stirred something in Xion’s mind, but he couldn’t quite catch it. He looked at her face, confused. "Me?"

She beamed. "It matches your eyes so perfectly. But they still can not match the beauty you hold. Actually, it is useless to even compare the two."

The way she said that in an almost dreamy voice, it left Xion stunned.

Excuse-mew?

There was an awkward moment of silence.

The implication slowly seeped into Xion’s mind like tea soaking into a napkin. If he still didn’t understand, he might as well be the stupidest person in the entire world.

"...You dressed up for me?" he asked again, voice climbing in foreboding.

"Yes," she said softly. "I wanted you to notice me. You have always been a person I look up to, Divine healer."

Xion sat there blinking in a daze.

"Oh no," he said, horrified. "You... Don’t you like..." Darius?

Bianca chortled. "Oh, no. I am not interested in your—" She stopped short, eyes narrowing at the adorable healer.

"In my what?"

"In your husband, if that was what you were worried about. You can keep your clingy, overprotective, obsessive husband, Your Grace. I am here only for you." She winked teasingly at the baffled Xion.

There was a long pause, heavy with confusion, disbelief only broken by the faint sound of a bird cawing somewhere overhead.

"You," Bianca repeated, enunciating slowly. "I like you, Xion. So, I want to be your friend." The rest can wait—for now.

After all, this was the person who stole her breath with just one glimpse. Even after all these years, she still couldn’t forget Xion.

Dressed in that gorgeous attire of an advisor, Xion looked every inch like a prince she had been dreaming about all her life.

If it wasn’t for the rules she needed to follow, she would have rushed to ask for his hand in marriage.

I lost the chance! She thought bitterly, but who said she couldn’t try again?

She had even begged that devil of an Archduke to let her stay in the castle just so she could be closer to this lovely person. Of course, there was no way she would tell that to that unhinged bastard.

All she did was give him enough intel on Silas Valaria, who was the reason why she was here in the first place. His Majesty had dragged her into politics to be his pawn and informant, and she decided to choose her own path.

Who cares about the Archduke? All she wanted was to stay with this gorgeous angel.

Her thoughts were now blatantly written on her face, and Luna who had been watching everything pinched the bridge of her nose.

Should I interfere or not?

Her master was too charming for his own good.

Just as she was in a dilemma, a few steps echoed nearby.