Bound To The Silent Laborer's Bed

Chapter 7

Word Count: 710 | Released on: Today at 15:18

a flickering yellow glow over the cramped space. He went through his routine-checking her splints, app

her situation was impossible to ignore. She scanned the tiny room. The four walls were close enough that she could alm

e only bed

She had been unconscious for five

the back of the stool. He stood there in a thin, sleeveless undershirt that did nothing

ath caugh

of mattress beside her legs. The wooden frame groaned under his weight. He swung

felt herself slide slightly in his dir

pped, pushing herself up on her elbows

ds over his chest and closed his eyes, his brea

Now!" Her voice rose, trembling with ang

flinch. He might as well

e was trapped in a bed with a man she didn't know, a man who had barely spoken ten words to her. She fe

g out before she could stop them. It was a ridiculous

. The lamplight caught his irises, making them glow with an intense, quiet focus. There was no lust in his ga

kly as it had flared. He was right, and she knew it. This was his shack.

presenting him with her back, and stared at the rough wooden wall. She wouldn

steady sound of his breathing was annoyingly soothing. Hours passed. He did

volved from screaming, to angry muttering, to sullen silence. She lay there, stiff as a

er eyes and let the silence of the shack wash over her,

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Bound To The Silent Laborer's Bed

Luo Jiuyuan Fantasy

“I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade. But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad. Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal. Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion." Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps. My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood. The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt. I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served. But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows. He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden. I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal. When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body. "The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it." Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.”