Married to the devil’s son episode 16 – 17

Married To The Devils Son👿

Author: Jasmine Josef

Chapter 16:

“Ah, the scars? They healed” he said simply pulling the robe over his shoulders.

“That’s impossible, they can’t heal that fast and even if they did, they would leave
scars,” I said still trying to make sense of everything.

“Well, they healed, and they didn’t leave any scars,” was all he said,” now your
father is waiting, I need to get going.”
I was still confused as he walked to the bathroom. Not possible was all my brain
was telling me.

After taking a bath, dressing up and making my hair with the help of some maids, I
was on my way to the dining room. Lucian had already left to not make my father
wait. I opened the door to the dining room and walked in,side. Father was sitting on
the short side of the table as mother and Lucian were sitting opposite each other on
the long side of it. As I walked closer, I noticed that no one was eating, and the
atmosphere was tense. Lucian’s hands were clenched under the table and father’s
expression told me he was displeased. They didn’t even notice that I had walked
into the room.

Mother was the first to notice me, so she stood up from her seat and came over to
me.

“Darling I missed you so much” she said hugging me but got cut off by father.

“Teresa! Behave yourself” he said and mother tensed and walked back to her seat. I
hated this, they could never act as parents. Father loved to show off his power, and
mother was too scared of him to do anything she wanted.

“Hazel! The queen and I need to speak with you alone” he said as he and mother
stood up from their seats and started walking to the door that led to the next room.
I glanced over at Lucian, who was still sitting as a statue. He looked up and the
expression on his face made my heart clench.

“Hurry!” father said, who had already walked into the room. I hurried in,side and
the door got closed, leaving Lucian alone in the dining room. What was
happening? What did he do to Lucian?
Father walked to the center of the room and turned around with his arms crossed
over his chest. “Your husband is asking for my help” he started with a frown “but I
can’t invest in a war I am going to lose.” I couldn’t believe my ears. I knew that the
kingdom was always his priority, but I thought if his child was in danger he would
at least help a little.

“What makes you so sure we will lose?” I asked.

“Your husband has no allies because of the rumors about him, thus his brothers are
stronger now” he explained.

“So you will not help even if it means I can die?” I asked slowly becoming
impatient.

“That’s why you can stay here with us, if you want?” mother said.

“Are you telling me to leave my husband?”

“He can’t protect you, you don’t need someone who can’t protect you” father
insisted. I can’t believe this! He was the one who made me get married to Lucian
even though he knew of his reputation and without considering my feelings just for
power, and now he was telling me to come back.

“And you can’t throw me away and take me back whenever you want” I spat.
“Hazel!” mother said with a warning.

“Be careful! You cannot speak to your king like that” father yelled.

“You are not my king anymore. Remember, you sold me to another kingdom for
power,” I snapped “I am leaving with my husband now. If I die it’s fine, I will die
with him. I was never treated like a living person here anyway,” I said. I never
defied my parents. I don’t know where I the courage from this time. Turning my
back, I str-de out of the room.
Lucian was nowhere in the dining room. Where did he go?

“Seems your husband thinks it’s a good idea to leave you here as well” father voice
came from behind. I clenched my fists to control the anger that was building up
in,side of me. How could Lucian leave me here without asking me if I wanted to
stay? Ignoring my father, I ran out of the dining room through the halls to the main
garden. Everyone was staring at me in shock because it was unladylike to run, but I
didn’t care. I just hoped that Lucian hadn’t left yet and was relieved when I found
him outside with his men.

Everyone was gathered with their horses, which only meant they were leaving.
Lucian was leaving without me. Angry, I walked toward him. When he saw me he
looked surprised, but when he realized I was angry he frowned. I walked closer
and slapped him across the face. I heard some gasps coming from the guards and some of them stared in shock. Lucian ran his fingers through his hair as he looked
back at me. A smile crept its way to his face, and I was shocked at his reaction. He
should be angry for slapping him, especially in front of everyone, so why was he
smiling?

“What is the reason for slapping me wife?” he asked rubbing his cheek as if it hurt
even though I was sure it didn’t hurt him, not physically anyway.

“Don’t call me wife. If I was your wife, you wouldn’t have decided to leave me.”

He looked at me confused.

“I thought you are the one that wanted to stay,” he said.

“And what makes you think that way?” I asked. His gaze shifted to something
behind me and he clenched his jaw. I looked behind me. Father was standing at the
entry looking amused. It was father. He told Lucian I wanted to stay.

Married To The Devils Son👿

Author: Jasmine Josef

Chapter 17

We were riding fast through the woods after leaving father disappointed for failing
in his mission to make me stay. “Are you sure you want to come with me?” Lucian
had asked. “Your life will be in danger.” I had decided that I would rather live in
danger than live like a dead person, but that wasn’t the main reason I didn’t want to
stay. I didn’t want to stay because I wanted to be with Lucian.

“Feeling alright?” Lucian asked after slowing down.

“Yes, I am fine. I think I am getting used to it” I said, slightly exhilarated. “Where
are we going?”

“To Gatrish” he replied. Gatrish, a kingdom known for its wars, slavery and
pr-stitution. Their king was a cruel king with a thirst for blood and appetite for
women. It is said that he takes a new wife and a new concubine everyday and that
liquor, parties and s€× are a part of his daily life and everyone else’s living in the
kingdom.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to go there?” I asked.

“I know their king. He is the only one who might agree to help,” he explained. I
could still not get over the fact that he would kill his brothers, even though it was a
common thing for princes. I know if he doesn’t kill them they would probably kill
him: I just wished there would be another way to solve this problem.

I imagine that asking the King of Gatrish for help would just make things worse,
even though I didn’t know him personally.
We rode the wh0le day, just taking a few breaks to eat and rest, then we continued
riding for the rest of the night. I wondered how Lucian could stay awake. I would
fall asleep and wake up now and then, holding onto him tight, scared not to fall
from the horse because I was too tired to stay awake.

This time when I woke up, it was morning. The sun shone brightly, the breeze
warmer than last night blew Lucians soft hair into my face. I pulled my hand away
from Lucian’s wa-ist and to remove his hair from my face, but had the sudden
impulse to smell it. I grabbed it and inhaled. How could he always smell so good?
“Good morning wife” he greeted and I quickly dropped his hair embarrassed.

“Good morning,” I whispered back. Looking at my surroundings I noticed that
everyone rode slowly. The soldiers chatted and laughed as they rode, not a hint of
tiredness showing on their faces, even though they didn’t sleep the wh0le night.

“We have arrived. You will be able to rest soon,” he said while we rode over a
bridge that led to a big metal gate with a guard on each side. Lincoln jumped down
from his horse and went up to one of the guards. They spoke a few words and then
the two guards opened the gate for us to enter. As we entered, I swallowed the
lump in my throat. I was not looking forward to meeting this king, and I became
even more worried when Lucian and his men were told to leave their weapons in a
storeroom before entering the castle.

Lucian did so without hesitation, and his men followed. I just stared at them, wide-
eyed. Were they on a death mission? I put my hand on Lucian’s arm before
entering, giving him a worried and questioning look. He returned with a reassuring smile before following the guard that would show us the way to the bloodthirsty
king.

“Prince Lucian has arrived, Your Majesty,” the guard informed before opening the
door to a room that seemed to be a room for meetings.

“Draco!” my eyes darted to where the sound came from. A tall man dressed
casually stood in the middle of the room, a smile plastered on his face as he walked
closer to us.

“Your Majesty,” Lucian replied, bowing. Wait? Majesty? I had imagined the king
to be a short, ugly bald man over his thirties with dirty teeth. Why? I don’t know.
Maybe because of his reputation, but this man was tall and seemed to be in his
mid-twenties. His dirty blonde shoulder-length hair perfectly matched his sun-k-ssed skin. If it wasn’t for the scar on his face that stretched from his left eyebrow
to his right eye, people would drown in his ocean blue eyes. He was good looking.
“Oh, please,” the King said, waving with his hand. “I thought we had dropped the
formalities.” He tipped his head to one side as he noticed me standing next to
Lucian and studied me with his piercing blue eyes.

“This is my wife, Hazel” Lucian introduced. I tried to smile as he walked closer.
He took my hand in his and placed a soft k-ss on my knuckles.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess,” he said, then turned his gaze to Lucian. “I
never thought our Draco would marry anytime soon.” This was the second time he
had called Lucian ‘Draco’. I was confused. “But of course, with your looks
anything is possible, isn’t that right, Princess Hazel?” he asked, looking my way. I
froze up, unable to reply. When I didn’t respond, he laughed. He made me nervous
in a bad way.

“You guys must be hungry and tired; lets eat!”
We were served fried potatoes, eggs, toast, and ham. A basket filled with an
assortment of fruit stood in the middle of the table and servants came in with
different kinds of drinks. A servant whispered something into the king’s ear and he
smiled at us.

“My sisters Astrid and Klara will join us for breakfast. Klara has been dying to
meet you since you saved her life.” The King said looking at Lucian. Lucian saved
the King’s sister? Is that why he thought that the king would help us?

“Oh, here they are,” he said as two beautiful ladies entered the dining room. They
looked just like the king with their long blonde hair and blue eyes and seemed to
be around my age.

“This is my sister Astrid,” the King said, gesturing to the one with short blonde
hair wearing a yellow dress that matched her blonde locks. “and this is Klara.” He
finished, pointing to the one with longer hair that almost reached to her wa-ist.
She was wearing a blue dress that made her blue eyes stand out even more. So she
was the one Lucian saved? She was stunningly beautiful. I couldn’t help but
wonder if that was the reason Lucian saved her.

“You know Lucian, and this is his wife Hazel” he said, introducing us in return.
Klara’s eyes w¡dened as she stared at us, confused, but quickly got over her
puzzlement and smiled.

“Welcome. We are happy to have you here” Astrid smiled.

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