Lucian had never killed one of his men before but he never got this angry on one of them either. He remembered how Hazel had been worried about Oliver and that he had said that Oliver was fine. If he killed him now what would he tell Hazel? and what would she think about him? Besides, would his anger disappear by killing one of his men?
Still, he was angry. Angry that oliver had put Hazel’s life in danger. Angry because of the pain Hazel had to go through today. He knew that it was something she wouldn’t be able to forget, and angry because she had seen the real him today.
Oliver lift his head up slightly confused by why he was still alive.
“I won’t kill you.” Lucian said. “But it’s not because I forgive you, it’s because of my wife and yours.” It wasn’t entirely true. Even though he was furiously angry with Oliver he didn’t think he deserved to die for a mistake, besides looking at his wounds he knew Oliver did try his best to protect Hazel.
Lincoln’s shoulders dropped in relief. Oliver looked at him surprised for a moment.
“Your Highness, please let Her Highness know that I am deeply sorry.” He said looking ashamed.
“You should do that yourself.” Speaking of Hazel he needed to go back before she woke up. Leaving Oliver behind he left the room but Lincoln was right behind him.
“Did you really think I would kill him?” Lucian asked a little irritated that even Lincoln thought he could kill someone easily.
“If it didn’t concern Her Highness I wouldn’t think so.” He replied. Lincoln was right. Lucian had thought about killing Oliver on his way here but had calmed down and come back to his senses.
“Make sure no one knows about what happened today.” Lucian said. Lincoln nodded but kept following him.
“What is it?” Lucian asked irritated.
“Your Highness… your father, the King is dead.” he said. Lucian stopped in his tracks.
“I am sorry, Your Highness.” Yeah sure he was, but Lucian didn’t feel a bit of sorrow. He tried to look for an emotion inside of him but he felt nothing.
“Something else?” he asked starting to walk again.
“Nathaniel and Peter are at war with each other.” His youngest brothers. Lucian knew it was Pierres doing. Lucian could already see his plan. He would make his brother kill each other and when he is left alone take the throne.
“Something else?”
“No your Highness.”
“Good, now stop following me.” Lucian said. He couldn’t think of all the information he got just know.
The only thing he could think about now was Hazel.
When he reached the room he was glad that she was still sleeping. Feeling tired himself he laid next to her and listened to her heart beat and her breathing. It somehow calmed him down. He closed his eyes and decided to take a nap.
A fresh scent of cinnamon and honey woke him up but he didn’t open his eyes. He could hear Hazel’s heartbeat nearby. She was very close to him, towering over him. Would she touch him again while asleep like last time, he was curious to know. She was leaning even closer now and he instantly stiffened as he realized what she was going to do.
Kiss him.
No! Not now when she was hurt. Not now when some men had already forced themselves on her, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t force himself on her too.
Waiting for the kiss he only felt her fingers on his lips. What was she doing? Then he heard a small gasp before she pulled her finger away.
Chapter 28
When I woke up I decided to take a bath. Lucian was sleeping next to me looking clean and fresh and here I was all dirty.
I prepared a bath myself and rubbed the dirt off my skin and hair till I was satisfied then I grabbed a towel and wrapped myself in it. Walking out and into the room, grabbed a simple gown and slid into it then I dried my hair with the towel. Even though I was all clean I still felt dirty.
My stomach growled. I was hungry since I didn’t eat lunch and it was nearly sunset. I wanted to go down and look for something to eat but looking at my reflection I couldn’t bring myself to walk outside the room. The bruises on my face and arms looked terrible and they still hurt. Thinking back of what happened made me sick. I was nearly r. a. p. ed, I would have been if Lucian hadn’t come in time looking like the Devil.
I went back to bed and studied Lucian while asleep. I didn’t know what I was Looking for but I was looking for something. My eyes traveled to his fingers, no sharp nails. Just normal short clean nails and his eyes had been normal too. But I was sure I didn’t imagine what I saw.
Then I remembered something, his lips. I had bitten him this morning which reminded me of his wounds that just had disappeared. Was it the same with his lips. I leaned closer and put my finger on his lip and moved it a little so that I could see better. There was nothing on his lip, not a wound, nothing.
A gasp escaped my mouth. I guess I hadn’t believed he was the devil’s son entirely until now. I couldn’t and didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t be what the rumors said he was, the devil’s son with red eyes and long nails. He had burned the men alive and he could heal. What else could he do?
He opened his eyes slowly which made my heart jump. I looked into those eyes that had captivated me so much, I looked at the man I was married to, the man that moved my heart, evaded my thoughts and made my body tingle with pleasure. He couldn’t be the son of the devil. There was nothing evil in his eyes, in fact, they looked troubled.
“Is everything alright?” he asked.
“Yes” it came out as a whisper. Bringing his hand up he cupped my cheek.
“I am sorry I didn’t come earlier.” He said sounding really apologetic. How could this man be the devil’s son?
“It’s alright, I am fine.” I really was because it could have gotten much worse.