Married To The Devils Son.
Chapter 49
Klara couldn’t help but stare at the mesmerizing beauty in front of her. How could a man or a human possible look like this?
She took in every detail. The perfectly sculpted face, the defined eyebrows, the flaming eyes, the sharp nose, lips made to kiss and a flawless skin. And his hair, it was long, thick and black and shone in the sunlight. Klara realized that none of his hair was out of place or dirty even though they had spent the whole day on a battlefield.
The prince leaned down and reached behind her. His scent reached her nostrils, he smelled of spices. He should smell of sweat and blood after killing almost all her men.
After hearing a cutting sound Klara’s hands were free. Before she could stand up he grabbed her jaw and made her look at him.
“Don’t ever think of running.” He warned his voice low.
Klara was never the obedient type but she found herself nodding.
He slowly let go of her face and her body tingled with carnal awareness as his fingertips brushed her skin. It terrified her. She needed to keep a safe distance from this man.
The rest of the day went by quickly. They offered her food and didn’t treat her badly. Most of the time they didn’t even look her way which was both odd and comforting.
She was used to men ogling or looking at her inappropriately. Most of the time she knew what was on their mind but they never dared to act on their thoughts out of fear for her brother.
When she reached the age of marriage many powerful men had come and asked for her hand but she had denied all of them.
“Sweet sister. You are at the age of marriage but you are denying every man. What do you want me to do?” Her brother would ask time after time.
“They only want me because of my looks, Rasmus.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Rasmus would look at her confused. “You should be happy that you are a beautiful lady.”
No one understood her. Of course she was thankful for her beauty but she wished someone would see her for who she was.
Klara looked up at the sky. The sun had gone down and the night covered the sky like a black curtain.
The soldiers sat around a fire and chatted happily while drinking and eating. Klara sat away from them leaning against a tree. She was tired but she couldn’t fall asleep afraid they would take advantage of her.
They hadn’t treated her badly so far and even offered her food and a blanket to warm herself but she was not the type to trust easily.
“Don’t worry. My men will do nothing without my permission.”
Klara knew this voice because it brought butterflied to her stomach. She always got the strange feeling of wanting to run and stay at the same time every time she saw the prince.
Sighing he sat down leaning against a tree in front of her. Klara couldn’t help but stare at him, he was very pleasing to the eyes.
“And how would I know you wouldn’t give them permission?”
“I am asking you to help me stop a s. e. x trade. Why would I ask my men to **** you?”
Well, that was true.
“What’s your name?” She asked unable to stop her curiosity.
“Lucian.”
Klara thought she liked his name. Even though she didn’t want to admit she liked everything about this man. She liked how he looked into her eyes when he spoke to her instead of scanning her body.
“My name is Klara.” She told him.
He just nodded.
“When I have helped you, how can I trust you will set me free.”
“You see… you have no choice.” He retorted.
“Why do you want to top the s. e. x trade?”
“I just don’t like it.” He shrugged. Klara had the feeling that there was more than him not liking the trade but she didn’t ask any further questions.
Lucian leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Klara watched him as he went into a deep slumber. He looked even more beautiful when relaxed.
Somehow she felt she could trust him so she closed her eyes as well and fell asleep.
The next morning Klara woke from the sunlight poking her eyes. Blinking several times she looked around and found that everyone was awake and ready to leave somewhere.
Standing up she grabbed a soldier. “Where is the prince?” she asked.
He nodded behind her. Turning around she found Lucian standing there.
“Have you eaten something?”
Klara shook her head. Why? Had she lost her voice? She was really mad at herself for acting like this and feeling this way toward her enemy.
“Give the Lady something to eat.” He ordered.
“Yes, Your Highness.” The soldier nodded and left to bring her food.
“We need to leave quickly so that we can reach the border before sundown.” He explained.
Klara found herself nodding again. Maybe she did lose her voice after all. The soldier came back with a sandwich which he gave to her then he took Lucian to the side and spoke to him about something.
Lucian just nodded a few times then looked her way. Were they speaking about her?
Looking away she began to eat her sandwich. Klara was still not sure whether to trust Lucian or not. She contemplated escaping while they traveled but if they caught her this time they wouldn’t leave her to live. Maybe she should just do as he says.
When she was done Lucian came riding on his horse “If you are done we should leave.” He said.
“I am done.”
He reached his hand out. Taking it she jumped on the horse and sat behind him, then they rode off. It felt strangely intimate to ride with someone Klara thought, especially when she had her arms wrapped around his waist.
After hours of travel they finally reached the border which was near the cost. Getting off their horses they entered an old large ship.
“Is it here?” Klara asked confused.
“Yes. Slaves get shipped through the ocean from different countries to this place and this is their main ship. This is where they register the slaves, buy and sell them.”
“Oh…”
As they walked through the ship’s hallways the old wooden floor made a creaking sound. They passed a few slaves tied and sitting on the floor, some of them were wounded while other seemed hungry. Klara saw girls her age and some even much younger, sitting there looking both scared and starved.
Klara’s stomach began to hurt. What were these innocent peoples fault? She didn’t like this at all and would scold her brother once she gets back home. But unfortunately, as Lucian spoke to one of the sellers they found out that her brother didn’t own the trade anymore.
“Lord Rasmus didn’t want it anymore and sold it to Lord Nicholas.” The seller explained.
Nicholas was the king of the Eslarian Kingdom. He was known to be the only decent king, it surprised her that he took over the slave trade.
“Lord Nicholas has opened the trade for everyone. Are you here to buy or…” He looked at Klara his eyes gleaming with l. u. s. t “.. sell?”