Married to the devil’s son episode 8 – 9

Married To The Devil’s Son👿

Author : Jasmine Josef

Chapter 8:

“Hazel! Hazel!” Lucian called, his voice filled with pain and agony. Was he in
pain? No, he couldn’t be. I couldn’t be hearing this, but I heard my name again
“Hazel”. Maybe all this wasn’t in my head, maybe he was calling for me. I climbed
down from the bed, put my robe on, and stalked out of the room.
“Where is His Highness?” I asked two guards walking through the hall.
“I am sorry Your Highness, but we can’t tell you. He doesn’t want to be disturbed.”
Disturbed? So I would disturb him?
Of course, he was having fun with his mistress, and here I am worried about him
for nothing. I decided not to worry or care anymore and went back to bed.
Opening my eyes with a yawn I scanned my surroundings. Lucian was sitting in
front of the mirror and a maid was combing his hair. Her fingers car-ssed his cheek
and neck when she tried to gather some strands of his hair. I could see that she
didn’t touch him accidentally, she was doing it on purpose. Disturbed by her action
I climbed down from the bed.

When she saw my reflection in the mirror she turned around. “Good morning, Your
Highness,” she said, bowing deeply.
“Good morning,” I said although I had the urge to ignore her but being rude was
just not my thing. “I will help His Highness; you may leave.” She glanced at
Lucian, waiting for him to give her a sign that she could leave, but he didn’t move a
muscle. Hesitating, she walked out of the room.
I went up to Lucian and stood behind him, staring at his reflection. He didn’t look
back at me or greet me like he does every morning. He just stared down at the
book he held in his hand. Why was he behaving like this?
“Won’t you comb my hair since you dismissed the maid?” He asked, still looking at
the book. I got the urge to pull his hair and mess it up. Maybe I should. He
deserves it for the way he was treating me right now.
“Of course,” I said with the softest voice I could muster. I knew how to fix hair and
many other things that princesses usually don’t have to know, because I was often
bored, and I would tell Lydia and Ylva to teach me.

The thing is I wasn’t planning on fixing his hair but playing with it. I took the brush
and started brushing his hair. It was softer and thicker than my own. How could a
man have such beautiful hair? It was not the time for admiring, it was time for messing around I reminded myself. I made a few braids here and there, not caring
how they looked.
“I am done,” I said eagerly waiting to see his reaction. He closed the book and
looked at his reflection. He frowned as I fought the urge to laugh. There was one
braid in the middle, three on one side, and two on the other side. The braid in the
middle is what made him look funniest. I couldn’t hold it in anymore and let loose
a loud peal of laughter.
Lucian got up from his seat, a serious look on his face as he turned around. He
grabbed my arm and yanked me close.
“Are you playing with me now wife? You shouldn’t play with fire; you will get
burned,” he said with a low voice. He was intimidating but he chuckled when he
saw the terrified look on my face.

“No need to be scared, wife. I am just joking. Do you think you are the only one
who can play around?” I pushed him away.
“That wasn’t funny.”
“Then is this funny?” he asked, pointing at his head and I couldn’t help but laugh
again.
“You shouldn’t be laughing at me when your hair looks like that,” he said pointing
at my head. I looked myself in the mirror and gasped. I was so angry and occupied
with him I didn’t even look at myself. My hair looked like a bird’s nest. I tried to
straighten it with my hands before Lucian wrapped his arms around my wa-ist from
behind and hugged me to him.
“Still, you look beautiful,” he said near my ear, “and I like the sound of your
laughter. It’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh.” I wanted to give in. I wanted him
to hold me and hear all those sweet things, but no. I couldn’t just forget how coldly
he had treated me last night. Breaking away from his hold, I crossed my arms, a
defiant look on my face.

“Did you have fun last night?”
“Did you?” he asked, irritating me even further. “You seem so reluctant to sleep in
the same bed as me, so I bet you slept comfortably last night.” Comfortably? When
he was with another woman?
“You are cruel,” I said and stalked out of the room into my personal room and
closed the door. This time he at least came after me.
“Hazel, open the door,” he said, knocking loudly. I ignored him and decided to
dress up without help.
“Hazel? I said open the door.” Who cares what you say? I thought, slipping out of
my nightgown.
Looking around for something to do other than open the door, I decided to take a
bath, so I
went into my personal bathroom. A hot bath was always prepared every morning.
Taking off my towel, I slid into the hot water just as I heard something break.
Footsteps ensued. I quickly pressed my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms
around my legs as Lucian walked in.
“What are you doing? How can you just walk in like that?”
“You don’t leave when I am talking to you,” he said flatly.

“You can do what you want, so why can’t I?” I snapped. He walked closer to the
bathtub and stared down at me. I felt so vulnerable. He crouched down and
grabbed a strand of my w-t hair in his hand. Something about the way he moved
scared me. It was different as if something about him changed.
“Because you don’t have the power to do so,” he said. Even his voice terrified me
at this moment, but I wasn’t going to show it.
“What will you do? Beat me? Kill me?” I taunted, trying my best to mask my fear
with arrogance.
He leaned in close to my face “How about I burn you?”

Married To The Devil’s Son👿

Author: Jasmine Josef

Chapter 9

A shiver went down my spine. The way he said it and the look in his eyes told me
he was serious.

“Why are you shocked? If I can beat you and kill you then why not burn you?”

My throat went dry and I couldn’t bring myself to say something. Sighing, he stood
up and left without a word.

I didn’t see him for the rest of the day. He didn’t come for breakfast or lunch and
when it was time for dinner I asked one of the guards where he was.

“His Highness went on a business journey, he won’t return until tomorrow,” He
explained.

Even if he was angry, he should have told me. Yet another night I slept alone, but
instead of feeling relieved, I felt lonely.
When I woke up in the morning the first thing that came to my mind was Lucian.

Was he still on his journey or had he already arrived?

“Has his highness come yet?” I asked the maid while she combed my hair.

“No your highness” I sighed in disappointment. What if he was still angry and
decided not to come?

A knock on the door made me jump out of my chair. Lucian!! Maybe a maid has
come to inform his arrival but no one opened the door. Strange.

“Come in,” I said and the door opened.
“Who are you?” I heard the maid ask. I turned my head and gasped.

“Lydia!! Ylva!!” I yelled running and hugging them like a little girl

“My lady please you shouldn’t hug us” Ylva pleaded but I Ignored her.

“What are you doing here? How did you get here?”

“His highness brought us here,” Lydia said. Lucian did? “He seems to really care
for you” Suddenly I felt bad for fighting with him.
“But it’s not allowed. How did father allow that?” I asked confused.

“We really don’t know my lady.” I wondered what Lucian did to make father let
him take his maids. It’s something that is never allowed. Anyways I was very
happy that I wasn’t alone anymore. Dismissing my maid I sat with Lydia and Ylva
and told them everything that happened since I came here.

“So you are still a V-rgin?” Ylva asked shocked. “He must be a nice man if he
agreed to wait.” He is, sometimes. I didn’t tell them about the part where he said he
would burn me. I was still confused about what he meant by that.

When it was time for lunch I went to the dining room expecting Lucian to be
waiting there but he wasn’t. Was he avoiding me? I just lost my appetite.
“Where is his highness?” I asked a guard feeling like a desperate wife asking for
her husband all the time.

“His highness is in his study and don’t want to be disturbed.” Ignoring him I went
to the study. I opened the door and walked in without knocking. Nobody was
in,side as I walked in and looked around. My eyes landed on a letter on his desk.
Out of curiosity, I opened it but there were only a few words written on it.

‘Watch your back. Death is coming.’

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