Beautiful women clad in silk flowed into the room and began to move in rhythm with the music. Lucian watched as the curvy women in front of him swayed with their hips seductively to get the males' attention. Rasmus who was sitting next to him seemed to enjoy the view while sipping his wine."I like that red-haired one. Which one catches your attention?" Rasmus asked.Lucian's eyes swept over the women twirling around each other wearing almost nothing. Yes, they were beautiful, exotic, but none of them enticed him."Hard to decide? You can take two if you want." Rasmus said in amusement when Lucian didn't reply.Maybe he should. It has been a long time since he took a woman to bed, and that might be the reason his demon was out of control. Taking a woman might calm his demon down a bit so that he could finally be with Hazel."I'll take the blonde" Lucian finally decided. Rasmus gave him a knowing smile.*********** Looking out the window, I watched as the clear blue summer sky transfo
Sitting in front of the mirror, a maid combed my hair.“Your hair is so beautiful,” she smiled.Yeah but unfortunately I wasn’t a blonde and my husband seemed to like blondes.“Thank you” I smiled back.“My Lady, do you want this dress or this one?” she said holding up two new dresses once she was done with my hair.“None of them. Pick me a really beautiful dress.” I ordered. I would make Lucian regret what he did. Iwould make him sleepless as he made me. I even wanted to make him cry because even though I didn’twant to admit to myself, I cried alittle last night.Oh, how I needed Lydia and Ylva now.The maid picked me a peach-colored dress which suited my hair and skin color perfectly.I put some paint on my lips and some perfume, then I let my hair down as I looked at myself in the mirror.Now he would want me, but I wouldn’t give in so easily.Lastly, I put my shoes on and strode out of the room. As I walked through the long hall, I started to lose my confidence. What if he didn
I stood there and watched while Lucian examined Klara's arm. I was sure she did it on purpose."I am alright." She said blinking with her long lashes, something I noticed she does often in Lucian's presence."Are you sure." He asked looking at her wound again. He probably felt guilty but she was the one that wanted to fight and she was doing all this on purpose. She was doing it to get close to him.Why do I always have to fight for him? I was tired of it.Not wanting to see any of it anymore I decided to leave.I was hurt, angry, tired. Should I have stayed with my parents? Did I make a mistake by coming here with Lucian? Tears began to fill my eyes and not wanting anyone to see me cry I walked faster through the halls. When I got around the corner I bumped into someone and stumbled backwards."I am sorry My Lady, I didn't see you coming." Oliver said startled."It's alright" I said trying to walk past him as I didn't want him to notice that I was crying. But he did."Are you alright
My entire life, I've been waiting for this day. I always knew that I was never going to marry whom I want to marry because I'm a woman and a princess, I have no right to choose whom I will marry. Hell no, I have no right at all. My opinion doesn't matter to anyone, not even my own family. Infact my father saw me as a tool to get more power and alliance. To get alliance with the kingdom of Verenthia (a very power kingdom) by marrying me to one of their prince. A princess life isn't like it seems. Yeah, a prince can marry for alliance but if he didn't like his wife, he can equally marry as many wives as he wants and many mistresses too. But the case of the princess is different, once you are married, you are married no going back. You have to endure seeing your husband get married to many other women when he eventually gets tired of you. You have no say and you have to be loyal to avoid being killed. My body boil in anger, why is the law unfair. Why do a prince have so much po
We rode home in silence. I hated it because it made me nervous, and gave me time to think of what was waiting once we arrived. The wedding consummation. I had never even touched a man before, father made sure of that, and now I would... I shook my head. You're scaring yourself, I scolded myself. Maybe he would spare me tonight if he had someone else to be with. "Your Highness?" "Yes?" "Do you have another wife, Your Highness?" I asked. I shouldn't have. It was none of my business. Mother had told me to be careful not to ask a prince such questions, but I didn't care. I needed to know what was waiting for me once we reached home. He turned his gaze to me and narrowed his eyes. Did he get angry? "No, I don't." He answered slowly. I was surprised that I felt relieved when I shouldn't have. This would only mean that I would have to spend the night with him. I shivered at the thought. "But I have many mistresses." He finished. Oh, of course. Why didn't I think about it? He
Now everywhere was intensed as we sat on the family dining table for a family meal. I was already feeling uncomfortable by the awkward silent. Lucian was eating along side with his brothers and wives with the king. I took a porch of meal in my mouth as I chew it voidly. Then I started feeling hot, my body was burning, my dress was wet. I felt my leg trembled under the table. Lucian noticed this because he was sitting next to me, still gazing at his meal, he slowly reach for my hand under the table and squeezed it carefully. I stared at him, he was indeed enchanting. Once you look at him, it's quite difficult to avert your gaze. I smiled as I gazed at his eyes, it gave me a little hope. It made me feel better. "So little brother. How was it" One of the prince winked at him. He was the second son "She's beautiful, how were you able to find such a beautiful damsel. She's too beautiful to be your wife. I believe she's too good on the bed" The first prince, Xender laughed giving me
Lucian stare blankly at Ava. They were sitting in the garden. He was surprised again, this woman never ceased to amaze him. He still couldn't believe she stood that horrifying scene. His inner demon has been disturbing him lately, he needs blood and he needed to feed him before it gets out of hand. Ava was the first person that wasn't afraid of him. He hated the fact that everyone was afraid of him. Immediately Ava gaze met him, he quickly averted his pretending to be staring beside her. "Why didn't you run away?" He asked cozily. Slowly turning to stare at her "Huh!?????...erm, nothing. Why would I run away." Ava stuttered quickly averting her gaze from him. "I shouldn't have allowed you see that, don't stay close next time ." Lucian said lightly "See Lucian, you are my husband. There's nothing both of us can do about it. So, I don't see any reason why I should be far from you. Of course I was scared but you are my husband so I have to stick to that and
That night I had a dream. I was running, terrified. I was running for my life, and something was chasing me. Something dark. Something with intent to kill. I couldn't see it but I could feel its presence. It wanted me. It was hungry and angry and it wouldn't stop hunting me until it caught me. I ran so fast that I stumbled on my own feet and fell. It was close now; it would catch me. A dark figure slowly appeared from the shadows. It had red eyes and horns. Black horns, curling like the devils. It stretched its hands toward me. I could see its nails that looked more like claws. They were coming closer. I shrieked a high, panicked sound. It had caught me, and now it was shaking me. "My Lady! My Lady!" a gentle voice urged. I shot my eyes open with a gasp and found Lucian looming over me. "You're ok," He assured, brushing something away from my face. "It was just a dream."I was panting and sweat dripped down my face. I was scared and confused. Lucian pulled me to his chest. He held
I stood there and watched while Lucian examined Klara's arm. I was sure she did it on purpose."I am alright." She said blinking with her long lashes, something I noticed she does often in Lucian's presence."Are you sure." He asked looking at her wound again. He probably felt guilty but she was the one that wanted to fight and she was doing all this on purpose. She was doing it to get close to him.Why do I always have to fight for him? I was tired of it.Not wanting to see any of it anymore I decided to leave.I was hurt, angry, tired. Should I have stayed with my parents? Did I make a mistake by coming here with Lucian? Tears began to fill my eyes and not wanting anyone to see me cry I walked faster through the halls. When I got around the corner I bumped into someone and stumbled backwards."I am sorry My Lady, I didn't see you coming." Oliver said startled."It's alright" I said trying to walk past him as I didn't want him to notice that I was crying. But he did."Are you alright
Sitting in front of the mirror, a maid combed my hair.“Your hair is so beautiful,” she smiled.Yeah but unfortunately I wasn’t a blonde and my husband seemed to like blondes.“Thank you” I smiled back.“My Lady, do you want this dress or this one?” she said holding up two new dresses once she was done with my hair.“None of them. Pick me a really beautiful dress.” I ordered. I would make Lucian regret what he did. Iwould make him sleepless as he made me. I even wanted to make him cry because even though I didn’twant to admit to myself, I cried alittle last night.Oh, how I needed Lydia and Ylva now.The maid picked me a peach-colored dress which suited my hair and skin color perfectly.I put some paint on my lips and some perfume, then I let my hair down as I looked at myself in the mirror.Now he would want me, but I wouldn’t give in so easily.Lastly, I put my shoes on and strode out of the room. As I walked through the long hall, I started to lose my confidence. What if he didn
Beautiful women clad in silk flowed into the room and began to move in rhythm with the music. Lucian watched as the curvy women in front of him swayed with their hips seductively to get the males' attention. Rasmus who was sitting next to him seemed to enjoy the view while sipping his wine."I like that red-haired one. Which one catches your attention?" Rasmus asked.Lucian's eyes swept over the women twirling around each other wearing almost nothing. Yes, they were beautiful, exotic, but none of them enticed him."Hard to decide? You can take two if you want." Rasmus said in amusement when Lucian didn't reply.Maybe he should. It has been a long time since he took a woman to bed, and that might be the reason his demon was out of control. Taking a woman might calm his demon down a bit so that he could finally be with Hazel."I'll take the blonde" Lucian finally decided. Rasmus gave him a knowing smile.*********** Looking out the window, I watched as the clear blue summer sky transfo
I panicked. How could I have fallen asleep when Lucian was ill? I quickly placed my hand on Lucian forehead who was still sleeping. No fever. What had made him so ill last night? He seemed fine just before we kissed. The kiss.His hand on my back, around my waist, in my hair, pressing body to his, the heat, the tingling sensation. I brought my hand up to my lips. His lips had been so soft yet so firm, moving against mine till I was breathless. He tasted like spices; hot burning your tongue, yet you came back for more. More... Yes, I wanted more.I had been willing to give myself to him last night, but slowly his kiss had become sloppy. His arms trembled before his entire body shook. Fear showed in his beautiful eyes, struggle on his face and sweat beads on his forehead. I had seen him like that once before, when we were in the woods, when our lips had touched.Something told me it had to do with the kiss, but why? Someone knocked on the door. Who could it be this early in the mornin
“I don’t believe these things.” I said as I noticed Lucian dancing with Klara, and I completely forgot what the king just told me. She blushed as she said something to him and blinked with her long lashes seductively.The King chuckled, “you’re pretty possessive about your husband.”I wasn’t listening to him anymore because Klara was leading Lucian somewhere secluded outside of the hall.“I need to speak with my husband. Will you excuse me, Your Majesty?” I said.He gave me a knowing smile and dropped my hand. I rushed through the dancing crowd and proceeded out of the hall. Where did she take him? Looking through the halls, I couldn’t find him and even if I did, what would I do? Men had the privilege of taking other women if they desired to. I hated this unfairness.“My lady, are you lost?” said a maid who noticed that I was walking through the halls looking for something.Yes, I was lost; I didn’t know where to go or what to do.“I can show you the way…” she offered, and then gestur
I laid in the bathtub filled with hot water, thinking about what the guards had said about me. I shouldn’t have slapped Lucian in front of his men. It was disrespectful, and still he hadn’t got angry with me. He was asleep when I came back to the room, so I asked a maid to prepare a hot bath for me. The hot water was soothing, relaxing my tense muscles until it felt like a massage and in a moment it made fall into a deep sleep.I woke up shifting in the bed. The soft satin sheets rubbed against my skin and I realized I was not wearing much. I quickly sat up on the bed and lifted the sheet up. I was only wearing a towel, my shoulders, legs and thighs were bare. It took me a moment to remember that I was taking a bath earlier and fell asleep and now I was here. How?A sound made me look to my left. Lucian was sitting in a chair, a glass of wine in his hands as he studied me with those extraordinary eyes. He was the only one who could have brought me here, which meant that he had seen me
Klara kept glancing Lucian's way as we ate our breakfast, while the King and Lucian spoke informally with each other, which surprised me. The King was willing to help Lucian as they were already speaking of how to win this war. I only feared he would ask for something in exchange. Something bad."You should stay here until the King dies, then we will take action," the King said. As if waiting for someone's death was a daily occurrence. "Rasmus? can you stop acting like a King at least until we eat our breakfast?" Klara asked.Rasmus, Klara, Astrid: their names sounded northern. "Of course" Rasmus smiled at his sister. "We have a party tonight. I hope you can attend after you have rested," he then said to me and Lucian. "Of course" Lucian replied. "Astrid, why don't you take them to a nice room. I am sure they would like to rest."I was so tired, but as I laid on the bed next to Lucian all I could do was ask questions. "You seem to know Rasmus pretty well," I began. "Yes," was a
We rode swiftly through the woods, leaving my father behind—disappointed that he had failed to make me stay."Are you sure you want to come with me?" Lucian had asked before we left. "Your life will be in danger."I had already made up my mind. I would rather live in danger than feel like a dead person. But that wasn’t the only reason I refused to stay—I wanted to be with Lucian.Now, as we slowed down, Lucian turned to me. "Feeling alright?""Yes, I’m fine. I think I’m getting used to it," I replied, feeling slightly exhilarated from the ride. "Where are we going?""To Gatrish," he said.I stiffened. Gatrish—a kingdom known for its wars, slavery, and prostitution. Its king was infamous, a cruel man with an insatiable thirst for blood and an even greater appetite for women. It was said he took a new wife and concubine every day, that liquor, parties, and debauchery were as much a part of his routine as breathing."Are you sure it’s a good idea to go there?" I asked, wary."I know thei
"Ah, the wounds? They healed," he said simply, pulling the robe over his shoulders."That's impossible! They can't heal that fast, and even if they did, they would leave scars," I argued, still trying to make sense of it all."Well, they healed, and they didn’t leave scars," he replied dismissively. "Now, your father is waiting. I need to get going."I stared at him as he walked into the bathroom, my mind racing. Not possible. That was all my brain kept telling me.After bathing, dressing up, and getting my hair done with the help of the maids, I made my way to the dining room. Lucian had already left—probably not wanting to keep my father waiting.As I opened the door and stepped inside, a heavy tension filled the room. Father sat at the head of the table, while Mother and Lucian sat across from each other along the sides.No one was eating.Lucian’s hands were clenched under the table, his jaw tight. Father's expression was stone-cold, filled with displeasure. Neither of them even n