Chapter 773. Not a Tyrant

Lexcis Aeden Revia

Chantel tilts her head to the side, "You're not a tyrant. And I won't allow anyone to make you become one." She reaches up, kissing my cheek and draping her arms around my neck. I bury my face in her hair, tightly holding onto her. Her words combined with that calm expression on her face manage to ease my worries. Momentarily of course.

At night when I close my eyes, I will worry again. As I am sure she does too.

"Want me to take away your stress?" She whispers.

"And how would you do that?" I tease.

Chantel moves away, beginning to kiss down my chest, "I have an idea," She responds to my previous question. Her kisses go lower and lower. She's about to tug the fabric that separates us away when we hear the softest cutest sound.

"Is she up?" Chantel excitedly asks, looking back up at me.

"She is... She's a traitor." I argue. "Fayera, you tra