Injured Fia

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After a long day of commotion, Fia's strength gradually waned, and she fell into a deep sleep, utterly exhausted. But Belin couldn't sleep at all; a sense of uncertainty about the future filled her with fear. As night deepened, she stood by the small window, gazing at the pitch-black nightscape, hoping her own emotions would settle down with the darkness. With a sigh, she returned to the bedside, looking at Fia's angelic sleeping face. She couldn't help but comfort herself, knowing that sacrificing for Fia was worthwhile. After all, they were like sisters, and Fia was Earl Fies's only beloved daughter. This was the best opportunity for her to repay his kindness. But why would that great pirate have chosen her? And could he truly fulfill his promise to send Fia back to Moorburg upon arriving at Jacob's Castle? These troubling questions swirled in her mind… Suddenly, the ship shook violently, and many things on the table fell to the ground, startling the young Fia awake. "What's wrong?" She sprang from the bed, grabbing Belin tightly as soon as she saw her. "I don't want to either—" Before she could answer, the ship rocked again, even more violently than before. "Waaah—" Fia burst into tears, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, "I want to go home... I don't want to stay on the ship..." Just then, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the cabin door. "We've encountered a storm, and the situation is extremely dangerous. The Duke sent me to tell you to be on high alert." The sailor outside said hastily before quickly leaving. "It looks like there's trouble. Fia, can you stay here alone? I'll go outside and check." Belin didn't understand her own feelings at that moment. She wasn't worried about herself, but rather about Rachel, who was currently dealing with the emergency? "No... I don't want you to leave me, it's so scary!" Fia cried even harder. "Fia, listen to me, I won't be gone for long." Belin patted her back gently. "We're trapped on a pirate ship now, we have to stay calm, you understand?" Fia continued to cry in her arms, without answering. "Remember how you used to be like a little princess? If you cry and look ugly, you won't look like a princess anymore!" Belin wiped away her tears. "Be brave, okay?" After a while, Fia finally looked up at Belin. "I'm sorry, after I was captured and brought here, I was completely confused! I was so scared... so scared of that pirate, and even more scared that I would never be able to go home again." "No, we will definitely get back to Morburg." Belin smiled at her. "I'll leave for a bit to see how things are going." Fia took a deep breath. "Okay, then you have to come back quickly!" "Okay!" With Fia's approval, Belin finally breathed a sigh of relief. After repeatedly assuring her, she left the cabin and headed straight for the deck. At this moment, the storm grew increasingly fierce, making the entire deck creak and groan. Belin clung tightly to the wall, slowly making her way forward. Soon, she saw several men struggling to furl the sails, while Rachel calmly directed operations amidst the storm. Suddenly, the mast snapped in the wind, and several sailors, unable to hold onto the billowing sails, were thrown onto the deck. Seeing this, Rachel immediately leaped onto the broken mast and began to raise the sails again, battling the fierce winds. Several times, he was nearly blown off the ship, only his hands still gripping the ropes as he dangled in the wind, a truly terrifying sight! But fortunately, he was incredibly agile; he climbed up the ropes, grabbed the mast, and single-handedly raised the sails… Instantly, as if by magic, the ship's swaying slowed. Only then did Rachel jump off the deck and order the sailors to tie the sails, while Belin noticed a long, bloody welt on his arm. She rushed to him, her voice trembling with anxiety, "You...you're injured?" A closer look revealed that he not only had wounds on his arms, but also blood flowing from his thighs. Wayne then noticed the deep cuts. "Duke, I'll go fetch the ship's doctor," he said, quickly leaving. Rachel, seemingly unconcerned, laughed at her, "You seem quite concerned about me? With the wind and rain so fierce, you didn't stay in your room, but ran out just to see me?" "You're injured like this, and you're still spouting nonsense?" Seeing the bright red blood gushing from his arms and thighs, Belin felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart. "These minor injuries are nothing, a sip of strong liquor will stop the pain." Ignoring the blood flowing from his legs, he strode towards his cabin, pulling a bottle of liquor from the cabinet. Belin, following behind him, saw this and immediately rushed forward, snatching the bottle from his hand and throwing it to the ground. "You're injured and you're still drinking? Are you out of your mind?" Belin didn't know why she was so worried about his injury, but she couldn't just stand by and watch him numb his senses with alcohol. "You!" He grabbed her neck, his voice fierce. "Who do you think you are? Just a slave, daring to act so arrogantly in front of me?!" Belin's face paled instantly, staring at him in disbelief. She was thinking of him, so why did his reaction make it seem as if she had committed some unforgivable crime? His body pressed tightly against hers, his deep blue, dazzling eyes looking at her with a wicked charm, making her heart pound faster and faster. Just then, Wayne brought the ship's doctor, and Rachel released her, sitting down on a chair to receive the doctor's bandaging. But his deep, clear gaze remained fixed on her, unwavering. "Duke, your wound looks like it was cut by a broken mast. It's quite deep; you'll need to rest for ten days to two weeks," the ship's doctor said, examining the wound and bandaging it. "Ten days to two weeks?" Rachel yelled. "You mean I have to lie on this damn bed for ten days and not move?" "That's for the best." The ship's doctor was an elderly gentleman in his sixties, who had been on board since Rachel's father's time, and was arguably the only person on the Eagle King who didn't take Rachel's rage seriously. "Damn it! We'll be ashore in ten days!" He spat, his eyes sharply glancing at Belin, but his words were directed at the doctor. "So, for the next ten days or so, I can't have sex with any women either?" Belin's heart pounded, and she immediately looked away guiltily. The ship's doctor burst into laughter: "You're just like your father, so carefree and dissolute!" He put away his medicine bag and added, "That's right, if you want to move freely sooner, you'd better be more restrained in these matters." Rachel gritted his teeth in anger, "Damn it!" The ship's doctor shook his head and said, "Duke, you should rest. I'm going back. Just call me if you need anything." Rachel nodded and instructed Wayne to take the ship's doctor back to the infirmary. Soon, only he and Belin remained in the room. Belin saw the wicked smile in his eyes and felt extremely embarrassed, so she stammered, "Fia is still waiting for me. I should go back now." "Wait, I'm a patient now. Are you really willing to leave me behind?" A strange smile, typical of hunters, curled at the corner of his mouth. "You have many subordinates to take care of. I don't need you." She took a deep breath and said, feigning composure. "But I just happen to enjoy your service." Rachel chuckled lightly. Suddenly, his eyes darkened, and he said coldly, "Didn't I give you clothes? Why are you wearing this men's clothing again?" He remembered tearing it to shreds, but this woman's needlework was quite good; she had managed to mend the tattered garment as if it were brand new. However, she had disobeyed him, and she deserved to be punished! "That's not my clothing, I won't wear it," she said, frowning. "You're really stubborn!" he scoffed, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Those clothes are all new, made especially for the bride we kidnapped." Hearing this, Belin felt a pang of sadness, a hint of melancholy in her beautiful eyes. "Fia won't be your bride, and none of us will wear your clothes." "You woman—" Rachel angrily sat up, but the movement aggravated the wound on his thigh, causing him to frown. "What's wrong?" she asked anxiously, coming to his side. In an instant, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed, replaced by a mocking smile. Before Belin could react, he had already pulled her onto the bed, trapping her in his arms. "You!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "What did I do? Would you have fallen for it if I hadn't?" "You're shameless!" she cried, trying to break free. "Fine, then I'll be shameless to my heart's content!" Rachel's eyes flashed, and he instantly captured her delicate lips, wickedly sucking on their sweetness. "Mmm—" Unable to break free, Belin pinched his injured arm in desperation. He growled and finally released her. "Are you out of your mind?" She immediately jumped off the bed, looking timidly at his angry face. "You...you're injured, you should rest. I...I should go back too." With that, she turned and ran out of his cabin without looking back. Rachel stroked his chin, watching her slender figure flee with amusement, realizing that this woman who loved to dress as a man had piqued his great interest.

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