Lover Number 6.2

As Valerian pinned Li Jie against the cool, stone wall, a fleeting moment of vulnerability crossed the prince's face. A delicate blush painted his cheek before vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. Valerian, his eyes sharp and calculating, smirked with satisfaction, fully aware of the effect he had on Li Jie.

With an audacious confidence that bordered on audacity, Valerian resumed his flirtatious assault, his words dripping with seduction. He brushed his fingertips against Li Jie's cheek, a teasing caress that sent a tremor down the prince's spine. "Your Highness, even the moon pales in comparison to the radiance that emanates from you. To be in your presence is to be captivated by a beauty unmatched."

Li Jie's voice caught in his throat, his attempts to speak interrupted by Valerian's relentless pursuit. The concubine's words flowed effortlessly, skillfully weaving a tapestry of desire and temptation around the prince. He paid no mind to Li Jie's status, refusing to be intimidated as he seized every opportunity to shower the young prince with his irresistible charm.

As Valerian's words danced through the air, Li Jie struggled to regain his composure. His mind raced, searching for the right words to halt Valerian's advances without causing offense. But Valerian's relentless flirtations left no room for interruption, his sentences flowing seamlessly from one suggestive remark to another.

With each passing moment, the chemistry between them intensified, a magnetic pull that defied logic and reason. Their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills, a dangerous game that neither seemed willing to back down from. Li Jie, with his princely demeanor, fought to maintain his composure, masking the turmoil that churned within him.

Yet, as Valerian's voice dipped to a husky whisper, his breath caressing Li Jie's ear, the prince's resistance faltered for a mere second. A blush crept across his face, a testament to the hidden desires that lay beneath his composed exterior. But the blush quickly dissipated, replaced by an unyielding resolve.

Desperate to break the cycle of seduction, Li Jie summoned his courage and placed his trembling hand on Valerian's mouth, a silent plea for silence. The concubine's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with mischief. He pressed a gentle kiss to Li Jie's palm, his lips lingering for an agonizing moment before pulling away, leaving the prince shaken to his core.

Li Jie withdrew his hand, his face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. His attempt to regain control had only fueled the intensity of their interaction, leaving him more entangled in Valerian's web than ever before.

As Valerian leaned in closer, his presence enveloping Li Jie, their eyes met on an equal plane. The concubine's breath danced tantalizingly against Li Jie's face, sending shivers down his spine. His voice, dripping with a potent mix of desire and audacity, reached Li Jie's ears like a whispered confession. "Ever since I met Your Highness, I find my thoughts consumed by your presence. You hold a power over me that no woman ever could. Take responsibility for this concubine's awakened desires."

Before Li Jie could react, Valerian's lips brushed against his cheek, leaving a lingering imprint of his audacious advance. The gentle touch of Valerian's hand on the side of his face, coupled with the persistent smirk adorning the concubine's lips, further unsettled the young prince. Overwhelmed and unable to find his voice, Li Jie stood frozen, his thoughts racing in a tumultuous whirlwind.

In that vulnerable moment, just as Valerian prepared to bridge the remaining gap and claim Li Jie's lips, a sudden force pulled the concubine away. A stranger, dressed in intricate and resplendent Persian attire, stood between them, his presence commanding and protective. Li Jie looked at the man in surprise, realizing it was Dariush, the enigmatic concubine he had only glimpsed from afar at the welcoming celebration.

Dariush's voice, laced with authority and concern, cut through the charged atmosphere. "What do you think you're doing, Valerian?" His words held an unspoken promise of safeguarding Li Jie's honor and boundaries.

Valerian, momentarily taken aback by the interruption, looked at Dariush with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. "And who might you be? Interfering in matters that do not concern you?"

Dariush's gaze remained unwavering as he stepped forward, shielding Li Jie from Valerian's advances. "I am Dariush, a concubine who serves His Highness. It is my duty to ensure his well-being and protect him from those who would overstep their boundaries."

Li Jie, still reeling from the intensity of the moment, found his voice. "Thank you, Dariush, for your timely intervention. I... I appreciate your concern."

Dariush nodded respectfully, his eyes holding a mix of determination and curiosity. "It is my honor to serve you, Your Highness. Please know that I will always strive to uphold your trust and protect you from harm."

Li Jie, his thoughts in disarray, couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude toward Dariush. In that fleeting encounter, he sensed a quiet strength and integrity that contrasted sharply with Valerian's brazen advances. Though unfamiliar with Dariush, Li Jie found solace in the Persian concubine's presence.

As Dariush nodded respectfully, his eyes holding a mix of determination and curiosity, Li Jie couldn't help but feel a twinge of familiarity in the Persian concubine's demeanor. There was a resemblance, albeit fleeting, to Parsa, his beloved and departed lover. The reminder stirred a bittersweet ache within Li Jie's heart, momentarily clouding his thoughts.

Feeling the weight of the situation, Li Jie cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. "Thank you, Dariush, for your timely intervention and your pledge of loyalty. I appreciate your concern for my well-being." He turned his gaze toward Valerian, the glimmer of a conflicted expression flickering across his features. "Valerian, you are right. This is indeed our day to spend together. However, I also value the individual connections I have with each of my concubines. For now, I believe it would be best for me to explore the palace alone with Valerian."

Valerian, ever the opportunist, seized the opening to assert himself. His voice dripped with seductive persuasion as he addressed Dariush. "You heard His Highness. This is our private time together. There is no need for your interference."

Dariush maintained his composed demeanor, though a subtle flicker of concern played in his eyes. "I understand. Please pardon my intrusion. I shall respect Your Highness's wishes. Should you require anything, please do not hesitate to seek me out."

With a graceful bow, Dariush leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Li Jie's hand, his lips lingering for a moment before he withdrew. The Persian concubine straightened, casting one final glance at Li Jie before making his exit, leaving the prince in the company of Valerian once again.

As Dariush departed, Valerian wasted no time in resuming his relentless pursuit of Li Jie's affections. He closed the physical distance between them, his body language exuding an air of neediness mixed with calculated allure. His eyes, resembling those of a serpent, fixated on Li Jie, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. "My dear prince, I can't bear to be apart from you. The palace may be vast and filled with unknown wonders for me to explore, but without you by my side, it holds no joy."

Li Jie's mind spun with a mix of discomfort and intrigue. He understood Valerian's tactics, his manipulative nature masked by a veneer of charm. Yet, the young prince found himself teetering on the edge of vulnerability, his emotions unsettled by the relentless advances and the familiarity Dariush's presence had evoked.

Attempting to maintain his composure, Li Jie took a step back, creating a small physical distance between them. He fixed Valerian with a steady gaze, his voice laced with a hint of weariness. "Valerian, I appreciate your affection, but it is important to at least try and act a bit more reserved with your words. Let us stroll and enjoy the palace's beauty, but I ask that you respect my boundaries."

Valerian, undeterred, clung to Li Jie, leaning against the prince who stood shorter in height. His touch lingered on Li Jie's arm, his eyes searching for any sign of acquiescence. With a voice that dripped with persuasive desire, he pleaded, "My prince, take my hand. Please accompany this concubine on his ever first journey through the palace's enchantment. I promise to make every moment unforgettable."

Li Jie felt his resolve waver, the weight of the situation bearing down upon him. Valerian's relentless pursuit, coupled with the echoes of his own vulnerabilities, tested his fortitude. In a moment of defeat, Li Jie's hand reached out, intertwining with Valerian's as he let out a barely audible sigh. The act itself spoke of resignation, a temporary surrender to the swirling tempest of desires and duty that surrounded him.

Together, Valerian and Li Jie resumed their stroll through the palace, Valerian's presence lingering like a shadow, his words of flirtation hanging in the air. The chemistry between them, woven within the lines of their conversation, danced with an intensity that remained unspoken yet palpable.

As they ventured deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of the palace, Li Jie's mind became a cacophony of conflicting emotions. The weight of his responsibilities as a prince, the echoes of his past love, and the entanglement of his growing connection with both Valerian and Dariush mingled in a complex tapestry of longing and uncertainty.

In that delicate moment, Li Jie's journey through the palace took on new dimensions, veering into uncharted territories of desire, power, and the fragile nature of the human heart. The path ahead remained obscured, fraught with hidden dangers and veiled intentions, leaving Li Jie to navigate the treacherous currents with only his own instincts as a guide.