Married to the Devil's Son

Chapter 2

We rode home in silence. I hated it because it made me nervous and it gave me time to think about what was waiting for me in my new home. The wedding consummation. I had never even touched a guy before, father made sure of that, and now I would.... I shook my head. You're scaring yourself, I scolded.

"Your Highness?" 

"Yes?" 

"Do you have another wife, Your Highness?" I asked. I shouldn't have. It was none of my business. Mother had told me to be careful not to ask a prince such questions, but I didn't care. I needed to know what was waiting for me once I arrived. He looked at me with a narrowed gaze. Now he would get angry, I thought.

"No, I don't," he answered slowly. I felt relief. Why? Just because he didn't have one now, didn't mean that he wouldn't get one. 

"But I have many mistresses," he finished.

Of course. He was attractive, and a prince, and a man. I wanted to curse, but he suddenly laughed. 

"You don't seem to like that," he said. Why would I? But I couldn't say that.

"It's not for me to like or dislike, Your Highness," I said. He said nothing to that. I wondered what his name would be.

"Your Highness?"

"You may call me Lucian when we are alone". Lucian.

we had arrived. Lucian stepped out of the caravan and offered me his hand. I took it, and he helped me

luxurious, with green bushes and colorful

royal robes

and your bride," one of

that so?" Lucian

brothers after all!" The other behind

these men his

you and your bride join us for dinner?" He suggested. "We would like to take a closer look at your bride," he stated insinuatingly, shooting me a glance. Lucian walked up and stood in front of him. He was a few inches taller. The guards behind his brother put their hands on their weapons as if to attack any time. Would

must decline," Lucian said in a polite tone that didn't match the menacing look in his eyes. Turning his back to his brother, he took my hand, gripping it hard as he dragged me through the halls of

to a halt. His grip on my hand loosened. "My mother is dead," he said with no emotion. "And the King, do not worry about him, he does not matter," he said with finality and started walking again. This

"Your Highness, My Lady," they greeted with a bow. "Your Highness, shall we prepare

life. At first he didn't let go of my hand, but when the maids gave him a pleading look, he only

robe, both made of silk. They took out the

I

relax,

I was confused, but then I realized what they were

because there was pity on their own faces. Why did they pity me? Was he going to be rough with me? He didn't seem like the gentle type from the way he gripped my wrist

chamber." They led me to our private chamber and sat me down on the bed. Adjusting my hair

Highness that you are

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