Crimson Overlord-Chapter 348: Departure 1

Sunlight painted the room in hues of gold and rose, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. Orpheus lay sprawled on the bed, his dark hair a tousled halo around his face. His breathing was deep and even, a stark contrast to the turmoil that often churned within him.

Brynhild watched him, her heart filled with a tenderness she hadn’t known existed. There was a vulnerability in his sleep, a softness that belied the dangerous predator lurking beneath the surface. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, the warmth of her touch a silent promise of comfort.

A soft smile played on her lips. She had fallen for him, not just for the man he was, but for the man he could be. There was a depth to him, a darkness tempered by moments of unexpected vulnerability, that fascinated her.

With a gentle shake, she roused him from his slumber.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she whispered, her voice filled with affection. Orpheus groaned softly, burying his face in the pillow. "Five more minutes," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

She chuckled and decided to leave him alone for now, until she cook the breakfast.

With a practiced efficiency, Brynhild moved through the kitchen, the clinking of china and the sizzle of bacon filling the air. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the savory scent of eggs, creating a symphony of smells that promised a delightful feast.

A tray, adorned with delicate lace, was set upon the counter, its surface gleaming under the soft morning light. She carefully arranged the plates, filling them with golden pancakes, crispy bacon, and fluffy scrambled eggs. A steaming cup of coffee, crowned with a swirl of cream, found its place beside a slender vase filled with a single, perfect rose.

With a final touch – a sprinkle of fresh berries on the pancakes – she deemed her culinary masterpiece complete. Gently lifting the tray, she made her way back to the bedroom.

Orpheus was still asleep, his face relaxed in slumber, a stark contrast to the turmoil that often marked his waking hours. Softly, she placed the tray on the bedside table, the gentle clinking of china a subtle wake-up call.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she whispered, her voice filled with a tenderness that surprised even her. Orpheus stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked slowly, his gaze adjusting to the morning light.

A smile spread across his face as his eyes landed on the breakfast tray. "You shouldn’t have," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

Brynhild chuckled, her heart warming at his appreciation.

"I wanted to," she replied, her voice soft.

"Now, eat up.’’

Orpheus nodded before together they enjoyed it. He went to the bathroom after eating the breakfast.

Orpheus, his hair still damp from his shower, emerged from the bathroom, a sense of refreshed energy coursing through him. The aroma of coffee and sizzling bacon, carried on the morning breeze, wafted through the open window, inviting him to the dining room.

But first, a moment of peace. Stepping out onto the terrace, he was greeted by a breathtaking sight. The garden, a masterpiece of landscaping, stretched out before him, a verdant oasis amidst the bustling city.

A manicured lawn, the color of emerald, rolled gently towards a sparkling infinity pool that seemed to blend seamlessly with the azure sky. Towering palm trees, their fronds swaying in the gentle breeze, provided a tropical touch. A winding stone path led to a secluded gazebo, its wrought-iron latticework casting intricate shadows on the flagstone floor. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Orpheus wandered through the garden, the soft crunch of gravel beneath his feet a soothing counterpoint to the symphony of birdsong. A fragrant jasmine bush, its white blossoms heavy with perfume, filled the air with a sweet, heady scent. A small koi pond, its surface shimmering like liquid silver, was home to a family of colorful fish that darted through the water with graceful agility.

He found a secluded bench nestled beneath a sprawling oak tree, its broad leaves offering dappled shade. As he sat down, he closed his eyes, the warmth of the morning sun on his skin and the soothing sounds of nature creating a perfect moment of tranquility.

A sense of peace washed over him, a calm that was rare in his world. He was a creature of chaos, a being of darkness, yet in this serene garden, he found a sanctuary, a place where he could momentarily escape the turmoil of his existence.

As he opened his eyes, he saw Brynhild emerging from the house, a tray laden with cookies in her hands. She was a vision of morning light, her hair still damp from her shower, her face glowing with a serene beauty. The garden, already a masterpiece, seemed to come alive with her presence.

Orpheus stood up, stretching his arms wide.

"This is truly a paradise," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. Brynhild smiled, a touch of pride in her eyes.

"I think so," she replied, her voice soft. "Now, let’s enjoy cookies together master."

The aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air, a sweet counterpoint to the savory breakfast they had just enjoyed. Brynhild, with a playful glint in her eyes, presented Orpheus with a plate of warm, chocolate chip cookies. "Fuel for your adventure," she declared, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Orpheus, his appetite whetted by the tantalizing aroma, accepted the plate with a grateful smile. As he took a bite of the warm, gooey cookie, the sweetness exploded on his taste buds, a delightful contrast to the intensity of the day ahead.

After their brief indulgence, they prepared to leave. The villa, once a sanctuary of peace, now seemed to hold a different kind of energy – a mix of anticipation and a touch of sadness. They would be apart for an unknown amount of time, and the weight of this realization settled upon them.

As they stepped out into the bustling city, the vibrant energy of the metropolis seemed to clash with the quiet contemplation that had filled their morning. Yet, amidst the chaos, they found a sense of purpose.