Free Web NovelChapter 47: The Perfect Yandere
Esme’s vitality had just dropped to 18%. She kept the cloak pulled tightly around her shoulders, desperately hiding her shivering and pain from the man watching her every move.
Eveyr now stood a few steps away, leaning against the trunk of a pine tree. He watched her as she walked through the room touching the trees. He looked like a proud man admiring his goddess wandering through a garden he had built exclusively for her.
"The soil will settle by tomorrow," Eveyr said as he walked towards her. "I made sure to bring the roots of the frost roses intact. They only bloom in the deepest cold of the North."
As he stopped in front of her, he opened his hands to reveal a beautiful white rose. Its petals were glittering with actual frost.
Esme stared at the beautiful flower and then at Eveyr, who was smiling. If she demanded the moon, he would tear it from the sky and offer it to her on a silver platter, smiling the entire time. Her absurd demands didn’t agitate him; they only made him feel like a competent husband.
If forcing him to move mountains didn’t shatter his peace, she had to pivot.
Esme took the flower from his hands. Then, looking angrily at him, she closed her fist and crushed the flower. She threw the petals on the floor and deliberately stepped on them crushing it with her heel further. Eveyr’s smile faded. Pain flickered across his face, followed by confusion.
"Esme?"
"Do you think this makes me grateful, Eveyr?" Esme sneered. "Do you think dragging some dirt and wood into a house makes you a god?"
Eveyr stared at the crushed petals, and then up at her face, looking devastated.
"You think you’re a loving husband?" she chuckled. "You are just a warden playing house. You think you’ve won my heart because I kissed you? I’m only using you, Eveyr. I am using you for your treasury, your power, and your title."
She stopped, her chest heaving as she waited for his reaction. But he didn’t say anything. He just looked at her, absorbing her verbal blows without flinching.
I need to accelerate!!
Esme took a step closer, deciding to hit at the deepest and most insecure part of his soul.
"You want to know why I saved you in the forest?" she asked. "Because I needed you to survive his assassins. I needed a weapon."
Eveyr remained still.
"But looking at this pathetic cage you’ve built for me," Esme said with a mocking smile on her face. "I have realized that the Crown Prince and all others who call you a monster are right. You aren’t a man, Eveyr. You are just a savage beast. And a beast can never truly be a husband."
Eveyr just watched her, waiting for her to finish.
"I don’t care if you burn the entire world down for me. I will never feel anything for you. You are nothing to me but a mindless shield," she screamed.
Then waited for the shadows to whip out from the corners of the room and pin her against the pine trees. But again nothing of that sort happened.
Eveyr took a step forward, his body completely towering over her. He gently grasped her jaw and tilted her head up, making herlook directly into his eyes.
"Then use me. Drain my treasury until there is not a single gold coin left," Eveyr said, his thumb caressing the corner of her lips. "Take my title. Take my power. Look at me with all the poison and disgust you have in your beautiful eyes, Esme. Do it."
Then he leaned down, closing the remaining distance between them. His shadows wrapped around her waist and shoulders, shielding her from the cold.
"Do you know why I don’t care if you hate me?" Eveyr asked, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. "Because your hatred belongs to me. Your cruelty belongs to me. I don’t care about anything as long as you are looking at me, plotting against me, and thinking only of me."
Esme’s heart dropped into her stomach.
"You can spend the rest of your life planning how to escape me," Eveyr said. "And I will spend the rest of eternity keeping you exactly right here. I will drink your poison, Esme. And guess what, I will ask you for even more while falling on my knees."
A sickening and loud sound pierced through Esme’s ears. The system interface appeared in her vision suddenly.
[CRITICAL ERROR: Hostility absorbed]
[Target is actively feeding on host’s rejection]
[Vitality: 16%]
Esme shuddered as a fresh wave of agonizing pain tore through her body as her vitality dropped again. Her knees buckled slightly.
But Eveyr instantly caught her before she could hit the ground.
"You are shivering," he said, worried. "The air is too cold here."
He unwrapped his magic shadows around her shoulders and wrists. Esme wanted to scream and curse as she realizes her ultimate weapon; her emotional withdrawal and cruelty was completely useless against him now.
He was the perfect yandere. He didn’t care if she loved him, hated him, or used him as long as she was with him.
I cannot farm points off his anger at me anymore. He enjoys my resistance too much. There is only one option left now. I have to leave this townhouse, and farm points off his anger at other people.
Esme took a deep breath, forcing her racing heart to calm and instantly dropped the hostility.
"Fine," Esme said, her voice filled with authority this time. "If you are so content to be my watch dog, Eveyr, then I am putting you to work."
Eveyr tilted his head, his eyes flashing with a new found intrigue.
"Your wish is my command, Esme. Tell me what do you want?"
"Tell Commander George to prepare the carriages and escort," Esme ordered. "We are ending this lockdown and are going back to the Imperial Court."
