Time, Xion realized, was a funny thing. Nothing seemed to change, and yet, everything could shift in a single breath.
That thought lingered as he stood in a dressing room surrounded by bustling tailors.
He didn’t know when it had started, this aching desire to be held in Darius’ arms. But he was certain of one thing now: he wanted to see those cold, terrifying eyes melt into softness when they looked at him.
When he was young, he wanted to be loved, to hear the honeyed words drip from his parents’ lips. He had craved it more than the wish to live. But it never became a reality.
Now, with the way Darius would look at him, with such an adoring gaze, it always managed to rush his senses with a thrill of pleasure.
Xion had fallen head over heels for Darius, and it had started to scare him.
There were millions of things he wanted to do with Darius. Going on dates, cooking his favorite food, appreciating the kind of simple things he never thought he’d share with anyone... The list could go on.
However, now that he had really gotten Darius, the silly Xion felt his heart thudding with unease.
What if something bad happened? It always did.
When he was about to get a scholarship, he almost got into an accident. Things happened again when he became a doctor. When he finally got his life on track and got a new house, he simply died.
What if... The pit in his stomach grew.
He stood still, surrounded by tailors, stylists, and attendants who swarmed around him, draping fabrics and accessories with utmost care.
They fussed together, frowned, and muttered something before putting things on him only to shake their heads moments later.
In his entire past life, he had never imagined himself getting ’pre-wedding anxiety’. And yet, here he was.
Uneasiness crept over him like a fog. His thoughts grew slow and heavy as if his brain was stuffed with cotton. He barely heard what anyone was saying anymore.
So, he stopped responding altogether.
Serena and Noxian were answering on his behalf anyway. So, he just let them handle it.
After five long hours of labor, they still hadn’t picked an outfit.
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He’d been changing clothes, each one more ornate and uncomfortable than the last. And each time, there was something wrong.
Serena would sigh and mutter that she didn’t like the design, then Noxian would wrinkle his nose at the color like it had personally offended him.
Eventually, Xion had had enough.
"I’ll be in my room. Call me when you decide on something."
The exhaustion etched into his brows was enough for them not to stop him.
Even Noxian, who still hadn’t made peace with the idea of him marrying the Archduke, didn’t pester him anymore.
Honestly, Xion was glad they were with him. If it weren’t for Serena and Noxian, he might have spiraled into full-blown panic by now.
Do I deserve such lavish things?
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