Married to The Devil's Son (SAMPLE)

Chapter 24

Sitting in front of the mirror a maid combed my hair.

"Your hair is so beautiful" she smiled.

Yeah but unfortunately I wasn't a blonde and my husband seemed to like blondes.

"Thank you" I smiled back.

"My Lady, do you want this dress or this one?" she said holding up two different dresses once she was done with my hair.

"None of them. Pick me a really beautiful dress." I ordered. I would make Lucian regret what he did. I would make him sleepless as he made me. I even wanted to make him cry because even though I didn't want to admit to myself I cried a little last night.

Oh, how I needed Lydia and Ylva now.

The maid picked me a peach colored dress which suited my hair and skin color perfectly.

I put some paint on my lips and some perfume then I let my hair down as I looked myself in the mirror.

Now you will want a piece of this but you won't get it.

Lastly I put my shoes on and strode out of the room. As I walked through the long hall I started to lose my confidence. What if he didn't even want a piece of me? He could always get a piece of som other woman. I would always be the one to lose.

This were the times I hated being a woman.

When I neared the dining room my heart was pounding so hard in my chest. I knew Lucian was waiting there and I was both angry and nervous, maybe more angry than nervous.

I slowly opened the door and walked inside. Lucian was sitting at the table and he stared right at me when I entered the room. I forgot to breath for a moment when his eyes met mine, but I quickly reminded myself how angry and hurt I was. I tried to suppress my angry, it was important to control myself if I wanted to win this war.

"Won't you sit down?" he asked gesturing to the seat next to him.

Without saying anything I made my way to the table and down while all while avoiding to meet his gaze.

"Did you have a good night's sleep?" He asked. Of course not, but I am sure you did.

"Yes I did, Your Highness." I said in a flat tone. He looked at me surprised.

"Won't you ask me?"

"Did you sleep well, Your highness?" I asked using the same tone again. He chuckled.

"That's not what I meant. Will you not ask why I never came last night?"

"I don't have any right to ask, Your Highness." He frowned and looked at me confused.

"Hazel?" he said in a firm but soft voice that sent shivers down my spine. I resisted the urge to look up and meet his gaze.

"Look at me." he demanded. No way I would do that. His eyes were my weakness and I wouldn't show him my weakness right now.

When I didn't do as he said he grabbed my chin and lift my head up slightly.

"Look at me Hazel." He said even softer this time. I couldn't help but look up and gaze into his eyes.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No, Your Highness."

"Don't call me that." He said sounding slightly irritated now. Good. He should be more than that.

"Alright." was all I said. He sighed.

"You seem to be in a really bad mood compared to how you dressed." He said as his eyes traveled along my face down to my chest. His gaze felt like a hot iron on my skin.