Ensnaring his Dark Moon-Chapter 209: Little Mouse

Esme’s lips parted.

The indignance on her face was replaced by shock.

This... room belonged to His Highness?

One of those two Princes that they mentioned?

The wheels in her head turned.

It can’t belong to Prince Cardan because he was spending the night with Lucy... and if they were outside, then this still can’t be his room.

Esme quickly roamed around the room with light footsteps, treading behind the curtains. There was no pond inside the room. It can’t be Prince Cardan’s room.

Then is it the newborn’s room? The child they are here to bless?

Esme raked her fingers through her messy hair which was resembling a bird’s nest by now.

If this room belonged to a child then why are these maids so intimidated? What can a young Prince do? How would he even dispose them?

No matter how she thought about it, Esme could not understand. Unless...

She stroked her chin. Did people in heaven address their god as ’His Highness’? She could not help but wonder.

If that were to be true, was she standing in God Atlas’ chamber?

The God of Death?

Will he push her off the window? Will he throw her into the fire?

The thought of it made Esme hold the pillar for support.

Instincts are never wrong. She should never have stopped here.

She wanted to go out and leave but she could hear the sounds of the pacing footsteps of the maid outside the room.

Esme closed her eyes, placing her forehead on the pillar.

She did not realize how long she stood there before the maids entered the room and went towards the bath.

She could see a fog surrounding the place as they started pouring the oils into the water, and a faint aroma spread in the air.

Unlike before, they weren’t talking to each other and even their footsteps were light and careful.

Esme turned her head towards the door when she sensed another presence.

A man stepped inside the room but he walked past the pillar so fast that she could only catch a glimpse of his back.

"Your Highness,’’ The maids kept their bodies bent.

Was he the Prince?

One Prince was with Luciana in his pond room. The other Prince needed a blessing ceremony so he should be on his mother’s lap at this time.

Then... this grown-up... huge... man in front of her... should be their father.

The man removed his robe.

The swirls of inks on his back greeted her vision. The strokes of butterfly wings in the black and golden with some cuts in red.

It was rare and glorious. She suddenly wanted to paint it.

But Esme did not feel like it was the time for her to admire the beauty of art.

Esme gulped softly. This was her chance. The maids were barely aware of the surroundings and the King had his back facing towards her.

If she could not escape now, then she would be stuck here for the night if these people did not leave the room.

On cue, she slowly stepped back.

’’Leave,’’ said the man in a deep voice.

Esme jumped back to her place, hugging the pillar tightly as she watched the maids leave.

He had his back facing towards her.

She let out a soft sigh of relief before she started retreating, intending to follow the maids out of this place until...

"Come out, Little Mouse,’’ the man said.

Esme’s eyes fluttered close as a chill crept down her spine.

He knew.

She opened her eyes slowly, clutching her gown in her fists.

’Lucy, if you were a little more honest with me as a friend, we could have done this peacefully. I would have helped you reunite with your lover,’ Esme thought, looking at the intricate carvings on the pillar as dread crept on her face, ’Leo, I wanted to watch you grow up and get married and have little cubs who would play on my lap,’ her lips curled downwards as she placed her palm on her forehead, ’Memories, will we ever meet again? Maybe not.’

A grievous look appeared on her face.

The man was growing impatient. She could feel it.

He was not saying a word but she could feel it in the way the air felt so tense.

Esme slowly stepped forward just as the man turned around.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw his face.

Tresses of dark unruly hair, the chiseled face, that bit of annoyance apparent... and especially the striking pale blue eyes.

If she thought the ink on his back was beautiful then she did not know what to say about him.

Esme fell into a daze.

Everything in the surroundings started to dim as he approached her.

As he stopped in front of her, Esme lifted her hand on instinct, placing it on his face, ’’Your eyes...’’ just like the pair of eyes in her painting.... ’’...so beautiful.’’

The man looked at her in amusement, his eyes gleaming, ’’Are they now?"

The dreamy glass in front of her shattered and Esme blinked, feeling slight dampness on her cheeks. She... how did her eyes get damp?

She snapped out of her daze, retracting her hand immediately when she noticed that she had placed it on the man’s face.

He was one of the five main gods. What was she doing?

Esme gulped as she looked at him. He looked so young and beautiful to be a thousand-year-old god. But then, she realized that he was an immortal.

’’I... My Lord... Your Highness...’’ Esme did not know how to address him, ’’It was not my intention to barge here. I... did not do it on purpose...’’

’’And am I supposed to believe you?"

Yes, you are. But you won’t. Esme bit her bottom lips. He will give her a death sentence given how she kept hiding behind the pillar.

"I came here to... to... to look for your son,’’ Esme tilted her chin, making up for her stammering with a façade of fake confidence, ’’I am his lover,’’ she added when he quirked his brow.