Chapter 20

Eleanor's p.o.v

I was woken up by loud movements that scared me.

I blinked a few times as I quickly sat upright.

Ducan sat in front of me with a smile.

His hair was tied neatly in a half low bun and he wore a red expensive robe that was made out of silk and a beautiful flower design.

"Morning." He greeted me softly.

I frowned then quickly looked around to see if the demon king was around.

The last memory I had of him was when he approached me and touched my head.

"Eleanor." He called, getting my attention.

"You can't be in here Ducan, you can't." I said strongly.

I was scared of what he would do to him, if he found him sitting next to me on the bed.

"Relax, the demon king has stepped out of the palace to handle a few private matters. Once a week he does that and it takes him approximately sixteen hours to return." He answered as I sighed in relief.

"What of the servants?" I asked seriously.

Even though the demon king wasn't in the palace, his servants were. If they saw Ducan go in a