He looked at me confused.
“Aren’t you angry?” he asked.
Angry? No I wasn’t angry. I was feeling as if my heart was being squeezed. The thought of sharing Lucian with another woman, with Klara felt like a knife in the heart, twisting.
Really, what was I expecting? I knew I was marrying a prince and that it is not only common but a must for princes to have many wives. Wives meant allies and more power.
“No.” Was all I could think of saying when I actually wanted to say a lot of things. But what could I say? I couldn’t tell him not to marry Klara because that would get us both killed, even though that is exactly what I wanted to say.
Lucian looked troubled. He didn’t even touch his breakfast. I haven’t seen him eat once these last few days.
“How is Oliver?” I asked trying to change the conversation.
He finally lift his head to look at me.
“He is fine.”
“I should go and see him.”
“You don’t have to. I will ask Lincoln to send him to you.” He said standing up. “I should get dressed and leave, I have things to take care of.”
“But you haven’t eaten anything.”
“I am not hungry.” He said and went to the bathroom.
As I was left alone everything started to sink in.
Klara, Lucian was going to marry Klara. I was going to share my husband with someone else and I couldn’t do anything about it. I knew this day would come I just didn’t know it would come this soon. I thought I could have Lucian to myself at least a few years.
Lucian walked out of the bathroom fully dressed but his hair still messy.
“I can brush your hair.” I suggested standing up.
He looked at me confused.
“If you like.”
He went to the dresser and sat in front of the mirror, then he watched my every movement in silence.
Picking the brush from the dresser I began to brush his hair. So soft, so smooth, I wanted to make a pillow of it.
“I think it’s enough.” He said after a while and stood up. Turning around he gazed into my eyes before leaning down and giving me a quick kiss.
“Thank you.” He smiled and then left quickly.
I just stood there, surprised by the kiss. Why was I behaving like a little girl? It wasn’t the first time we kissed but it still gave me a tingling feeling in my stomach.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.” I called and shortly after Oliver walked in.
“Oliver.”
“Your Highness,” he greeted looking down.
“I am glad you are alright,” I said walking closer but he quickly dropped to his knees.
“I am sorry, I failed to protect you.”
“What are you doing?” I said shocked. “Stand up.”
He slowly lift his head looking ashamed.
“It’s not your fault, I was the one who insisted you take me out. I should apologize.” I explained.
“No! Don’t.!” He almost yelled. “It’s my duty to protect you and I failed.”
There was no point in arguing with him I thought.
“Alright,” I said. “It’s your fault but I forgive you if you help me.”
He looked up surprised but then stood quickly up to his feet.
“Anything you need, I will do it for you.”
“First I want you to be my person.” His eyes widened. Him being my person meant that he would serve me before Lucian.
“Your Highness,” he looked slightly confused.
“I am not telling you to betray His Highness, I am just saying you should serve me first. Didn’t you say you would do anything for me?” He seemed to think for a while but then nodded.
“How may I help you?” He asked.
“I want you to help me stop His highness from marrying Klara.”
Married To The Devils Son.
Chapter 32
His highness is going to marry Klara?” He asked surprised. I guess he didn’t know about that.
“Yes. The king wants him to marry his sister in exchange for help.”
“Oh…but how can I help you?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure how either but I wanted to stop this.
“Your highness I just want to tell you that if you stop this we could all die.”
“I know” I said quickly. “I want to stop this without us dying, that’s why I need your help.”
I hoped he could come up with something.
“There is only one way to stop this. It is to change Klaras mind about the marriage.”
I knew that was the safest way but I knew it wouldn’t be easy because Klara would do anything to get Lucian.
“How can we change her mind?”
“That… we will have to think about.” He said thoughtful.
“What about other allies? Is there someone else who can help his highness?” I asked.
“No. You know prince Lucian has a reputation.” He said. I knew what he meant.
Speaking of reputation, I still had to figure out what Lucian was. He couldn’t be the devil’s son because from what I learned when I was little the devil had no children. On the other hand when speaking spiritually if someone put their faith in Satan instead of God they become the children of the devil.
“Has his highness ever gone to church?” I asked. He was surprised by the sudden change of subject.
“I really don’t know.” He said.
“Alright. For now keep an eye on Klara. We might find something that can help us.”
“I will.” He said and left.
After he left I went to the mirror. The bruises on my face were still visible which meant I still couldn’t leave the room. Sighing I sat down. I wanted to go out so badly, there was nothing I could do in here.