The Fate of Narendra Women
62. From Heart to Heart

Helen entered Iaros's study that afternoon. Put a tray of food and drinks that Iaros forgot to enjoy because he was busy. Helen's eyes peeked at what she was reading, and could instantly understand just from the cover of her book.

He read the history of Narendra's secret volumes. Books that write all kinds of dark history, starting from the massacre of Lio Narendra on Yasa which is the reason for the establishment of Narendra.

Iaros is serious about taking over Aether's seat.

But ....

"Young Master."

Helen couldn't let it go. Whoever dies, Helen dies. Either killed as Iaros' wife or killed by Iaros who was fond of Kamila.

"You've spent two days in this room without resting." Helen brought a cup of green tea closer. "Please at least pay attention to yourself."

Iaros remained focused on reading.

Helen's fist strengthened. There was something in her soul that made Helen want to cry. But he doesn't know how.

The nameless child who had lived underground since birth until Iaros wanted to marry her. Every day, every time, he only knows three things. Living under orders, practicing, and burying his emotions.

Helen doesn't know what it's like to love. He also did not know if it was hurt. He drank poison, he was locked up in a closed room, fought twelve hours nonstop until he broke a bone and got cut here and there, he was lonely—but Helen still did not know if it was a wound or if it was alive.

Don't tell Helen to understand anyone. Because when he felt his throat hurt due to suppressed emotions, he still did not know what was going on.

"Young Master." Helen ventured to touch Iaros in her hand. "What should I tell you?"

Don't do that. Stop the dangerous request immediately.

I did not ask to be loved by you, Helen groaned in her heart. I'm not asking for mercy. Don't ask me to be patient again, get hurt again, because my life back is already full of suffering.

Don't again.

"Nothing." Iaros put away Helen's hand. "No need to say anything."

Helen swallowed to calm her heart.

"Sit down, my wife."

Helen sat down, but there was an emotion she could hardly bear in her heart. Making Helen try hard does not look fragile.

"I want to speak from heart to heart to you." Iaros closed his book after placing a sign on the page. "You ready?"

If Helen is willing, then in the future whatever they are talking about, it must be done honestly. As a form of mutual respect.

"Do it, Young Master."

Iaros looked at his face. "I'll kill you if I get that position."

As hard as Helen could not express herself. "I know."

"You are innocent. I don't consider you guilty. I assume you'll interfere with what I want."

Not to bother him with Kamila, but Helen's whereabouts will interfere with Kamila's position. That's the only reason Helen died.

"You don't want to die?"

Helen took a breath. He fell on his trembling hands. Helen was Narendra's wife.

His heart is not weak.

"Can I hurt myself? The emotions inside me are a little messed up."

Iaros opened the drawer, gave her a golden dagger that Helen gave her on their wedding day as a vow.

Taken that thing, looking for a point on his palm that can be torn off without touching a certain nerve vein. The pain of Helen. But it's also a sedative, a diversion for him to remember what he is.

"Thank you." Helen returned. It started to calm down as her dress was seeped in fresh red blood. "I'm sorry, what did you ask earlier, Young Master?"

Iaros smeared the traces of Helen's blood on her dagger. "You don't want to die?"

"My death is determined by you, Young Master. If I'm inadequate, then I deserve to die."

"I asked you what you would do, not what you would do."

Helen squeezed the wound to make it even more painful. For sanity. "I don't want to" he replied honestly, according to the initial agreement.

From heart to heart.

"I'm tired of being hurt and having nothing." Helen thins lips. It turned out that even though he had sliced his hand, he was still crying. "I'm fighting to be with you."

Can't he not get hurt once? Was it created just for this?

Inevitably, questions that shouldn't exist are popping up.

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