“We have plenty of time for that, I am in no hurry.” He smiled.
The thought of him making love to me again and again made my heart flutter.
Clearing my throat “Lucian, how was I able to see your memories?” I asked.
He thought for a while.
“I really don’t know.” he said with a frown.
“And you don’t know what you are?”
“No.”
How confusing and lonely it must have been for him to not know what he is and not be able to tell anyone.
“What happened when you… when you…”
“When I decided to end my life?” He finished. My heart clenched once more.
“Did you jump?” I asked carefully.
“No, I didn’t.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“What made you change your mind?”
“I guess there was just a part of me that refused to be weak. I refused to give up and give my father and brothers the satisfaction of seeing me dead.” He explained.
I thought about what would have happened if he had jumped. I would never have met him, and I would never have married him, but most of all I would never have fallen in love with him.
Yes, I loved this man.
I think I felt something for him from the first time I saw him, when I had looked into his golden eyes. I was spellbound since then.
“Do you know your eyes are the first thing I fell in love with? You shouldn’t hate them. They are beautiful.”
I could see in his eyes that if the table hadn’t stood between us he would have kissed me. Even though I enjoyed the food, I suddenly wished the table hadn’t been there.
As if he knew what I was thinking he stood up and walked to my side. Then he reached for my hand and pulled me out of my chair, bringing me closer to him.
“Hazel.” The warmth in which he said my name made me want to melt. “Thank you for existing.”
He took both my hands in his and kissed my knuckles.
No one has ever thanked me for anything and this man was thanking me for existing. I didn’t know what to say or feel.
“No one has ever cared for me so I never learned how to care for someone. I know I have been a bad husband, avoiding you, hurting you and not being able to protect you. I promise to be a better husband from now on, I promise to cherish you.”
I felt tears in my eyes. The truth was, I was the bad one. Yes, he had avoided me and hurt me but now I understood why. He was hurting himself, it must have been so hard for him to avoid me, to live hiding the real him because he was afraid I would hate him just like his family. It must have been hard to live afraid to hurt the person you love.
He had been so alone and I hadn’t noticed. Instead, I had distanced myself from him, misunderstood him and denied him his rights as a husband. I know that if it had been any other man he would have used me without my consent and then ignored me for the rest of my life.
But this was Lucian, the man I loved. I must have had a reason to love him and I knew the reason now.
“And I promise to be a better wife.”
Married To The Devils Son.
Chapter 44
Lucian left saying he needed to take care of a few things and I just lay in my bed, daydreaming about him. I had Irene to thank for everything that happened. I wished she was here, I felt lonely without her.
Was she alright? What if something really bad is happening to her in this moment and I am just laying here in my bed?
“My Lady?”
Startled I sat up and turned my head.
“Irene!” I almost jumped out bed.
She smiled.
“Where were you? You made me worried.”
She looked at me confused.
“You were worried about me?” She asked.
“Yes why not?”
“I am just a maid My Lady?”
“I… I thought we were friends.”
Lord, I hated this. I knew that it never worked to be friends with a maid. I had already tried with Lydia and Ylva and they would always say the same ‘A Lady and a maid can never be friends’. They were right.
I was naive to think that.
How could they see me as a friend when they had to serve me all the time?
“We are if that’s what you want, My lady?”
I looked at her surprised and she gave me a smile.
“Could you call me Hazel then?” I asked hopeful.
“Yes, Hazel.”
Finally!! After so many years I got a friend. I felt like crying.
“So what happened? I thought something had happened to you. That maybe the bloodthirsty king had taken you.”
“No, I am perfectly fine.”
“Then why are the maids saying they don’t know you?”
She looked around and seemed to contemplate about something.
“Can I tell you a secret now that we are friends?” She asked approaching me.
“Yes,”
“I am not a maid Hazel. I am just a witch.”
I blinked a few times confused by what I heard.
“I came here to help you and your husband.” She continiued.
“Help us? Why?”
“I can’t tell you much, but I need you to believe me.”
“Believe you? You just lied about being a maid. I trusted you Irene.”
“I am sorry.” She said and she looked sorry. “But there was no other way I could have spoken to you. I really need you to believe me.”
“Why would I?”
“Because you don’t want your husband to die?”
“How do you know Lucian?”
Suddenly a thought popped into my head.
“Is he a witch too?” I whispered and then I thought he couldn’t be. Why did I even think of that? Witches didn’t have red eyes or did they?
“Your husband… is something very powerful that has never existed before. If he uses his powers in the wrong way he could destroy himself.”
“What are you saying?” I asked confused.