Chapter 3

“I beheld the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my entire life.” She thought to herself.

He is indeed a beautiful creature, a man whose aura challenged the universe, he is known for his strength and peace, he’s a man of less words but more actions. His unique blue eyes and curled hairs defined him, who is he?

Hazel finally found her voice to speak, “who are you?” She asked him, with her eyes pierced into his. No man has dared to touch her, how brave of him.

He silently stared at her without uttering a word nor blinked his eyes, “she is so beautiful, her lips curved up like that of a baby’s, her eyes green and sexily pierced deeply into my soul, I have never been drawn to a woman the way I am drawn to her.” He thought to himself.

At that moment, it was as if the world stopped to focus on them, putting aside their worries. While lost in their fantasies, her father and his armies approached further and paused at their sight. Her father stepped forward, confused as to how they met each other without his knowledge.

“Luther! I see you two have met already?”

They both turned, eyes glued to her father.

Would Hazel accept the marriage proposal, or would she not?

They both rode in the same chariot, seated faced each other, both distanced and silenced. Hazel took a glance at him, hoping he would look at her, but no, she hissed silently as her gaze was focused to the window.

They finally arrived at Hazel’s home, Luther jumped down, offering his hand to Hazel to guide her in, they walked in together hand in hand, the wedding hall was as big, filled with lots of guests, of course it’s Hazel’s wedding and Luther’s, who would dare not attend?

“I would like to change my dress, for this is not my wedding dress” she whispered softly to Luther who smiled at her and said.

“You look just perfect in this dress, I like it.” He said with sincerity in his voice, Hazel stared at him, utterly shocked by his words. “Why do I feel this way about a man I am just meeting for the first time, a man I never wanted to marry, to crown it all, my husband to be, is he usually this calm and softly spoken?” She thought to herself.

“I crown you Luther and Hazel man and wife” announced by her father to the congregation, “Let the celebration begin.” Luther pulled her closer and kissed her passionately, she was bewildered, everything happened so fast. “His lips are as soft as a baby’s palm, his gentle touch sent shivers down my spine, who is he, and how courageous he is.” She thought to herself.

The night of her wedding was fun, her father was so happy, she has never seen her father that happy before since she lost her mother, and Luther, sat quietly without uttering a word to her, she took a glimpse of Luther from time to time, wondering why he was quiet in their wedding.

She was happy to see Rita, Rita explained to her that her father believed every lies she said to him “I told you my father would believe you.” She said to her as they both laugh aloud.

“He is so handsome and eye catching my lady." said Rita.

“But too brave to my liking” Hazel said as she gazed towards Luther, she stood up to walk to him seductively by charming him with her beauty, her eyes piercing deep to his soul as he stared at her lustfully. She stood facing him while watching his every move. “Would you mind dancing with your wife” she asked softly as she leans in.

“If my wife permits me” He said as he stood up, offering his hand to Hazel, they both walked to the dance floor.

The music in the background was so loud that you could barely hear anyone speak, everyone danced to the rhythm of the music being played. They both stood at the center of the congregation, both staring lustfully, he placed her hands on his shoulders, his gaze yet fixated on hers, while he pulled her much closer to his chest with his hands round her waist, as they danced silently while staring intently to each other as if searching for something, he whispered softly in her ear.

“You are too dressed my lady, but I definitely will take that off in one swift tonight”. She shivered at his words. He chuckled softly at her reaction to his words. “Relax my lady, I wouldn’t do anything without your permission.” He winked at her. “How could he be this sinfully yet saintly at the same time, If his lips were to be a wine, I wouldn’t mind getting drunk.” she thought to herself as she brought her gaze to his lips while salivating hard.

“Would you want your tongue on my lips just as you crave badly to kiss me?” he said to her with smiles on his face. Hazel immediately looked away, ignoring his words, he pulled her face closer to his, looking deeply into her eyes, he caressed her lips with his thumb, making her quiver by his touch. “If you want me to kiss you Hazel, say it, it wouldn’t hurt, I am actually thinking of how beautiful you will be off that dress, while naked lying on my bed.”

Hazel stiffened as she gazed intently into his eyes, lusted by his captivating words and his enchanting smiles. “Are you always this charming with your words?” she asked, her eyes fixated deeply into his, those piercing blue eyes, and the expensive custom-made dress that clung to his perfect body.

“Would you rather I stopped my lady?” He asked with a smirk look on his face.