Chapter 23

On my way to the guest room I walked as carefully as I could. I did not want get into an accident again. The guard at the door nodded for me to go inside and I continued further in. The first thing I heard was Pierres laugh. He was sitting comfortable in an armchair with legs crossed talking to someone sitting in front of him. I couldn't see who, yet I already knew it was the man from earlier. How I knew I wasn't sure.
As I neared where they were seated Pierre took notice of me. As his gaze settled on my face I saw anger flash through his eyes but he quickly turned away and continued speaking to his guest. I went to the table and slowly put the tray down.
Picking up the teapot I slowly began to pour some tea for Pierre, I already knew how he liked his tea then turned to my savor without looking him in the eyes. "How would you like your tea, Your highness?" I asked.
"Cold." He said.
Cold? Confused I looked up and our eyes locked. My heart fluttered inside my chest at the intensity of his gaze and I forgot what he had just said.
"I like my tea cold." He repeated.
Averting my gaze quickly. "Yes, of course.... Your highness." I said fl.u.s.tered.
I began to pour the tea very slowly into his cup so that it would get a bit cold but my hands kept shaking.I could feel his gaze on me the whole time and it was very unsettling. After filling the cup I took a fan and began to cool his tea, meanwhile Pierre spoke to him in a foreign language. The man whom I still didn't know the name of just nodded and answered shortly but everytime he spoke strange things happened to my heart.
"That's enough." He finally said to me.
I put the fan down and dismissed myself. Walking down the hall quickly as if I was being chased I tried to figure out why I was acting like this? Who was that man and why did he make me feel this way? I shook my head. No! I couldn't be feeling this way, I was married. Only Lucian made maid me feel this way. Suddenly I stopped in my tracks as if realizing something but before I could figure out what it was I realized someone grabbed my arm grimly.
Oh no! Not this woman again.
"Come with me!" Jade ordered while dragging me back to where I came from. Her hold was like steel around my arm. "I shall teach you a lesson."
I followed her without protesting because I knew if I protested it would only make things worse. As we reached the guest room she almost threw me inside and I stumbled forward but managed to not fall this time. Pierre looked up from his teacup with a questioning look on his face.
"I am sorry to disturb you Your highness but this woman..." Jade spoke pointing at me "has humiliated His Highness. She threw hot tea at him and didn't even apologize properly."
Pierre put his cup down and shifted his gaze to me as if looking for answers. I just kept my face straight because I knew better than to defend myself. I had been a royalty myself and I knew if a servant defended themselves the punishment got only worse.
Pierres face gradually turned red. "I apologize for her behavior. I will punish her accordingly." He said.
"With your permission Your Highness but we would like to punish her ourselves."
Pierre didn't seem too happy about it but he nodded. "You have my permission." He said.
After being dragged into another room Jade pushed me down to my knees and told me to stay like that until she said otherwise. I just obeyed as I didn't want to make the situation worse or maybe because I didn't care anymore.
Jade paced back and forth in the room restlessly. "Once His Highness arrives and decides your punishment I'll be happy to teach you some manners."
I kept my silence with only seemed to annoy her further. Maybe she was expecting me to beg and cry for forgiveness, and maybe I would if I thought she would forgive me but I knew better. People like her didn't forgive. They only wanted people to beg so that they could feel powerful and I would not give that to her. Unfortunately.
Suddenly the door opened and someone walked inside. I could only see the lower part of a beautiful dress from where I was sitting.
"Where is Alexander?" The woman who walked inside spoke.
"His Highness is meeting with the king, Your Highness." Jade replied.
So my savior, soon to be punishers name was Alexander. And this woman was probably his sister, since she was calling him by his name. I had heard that she was a beauty but I didn't dare to look up and see for myself.
"Alright then, I want you to come with me." The woman said then turned walking away without waiting for a reply.
"Of course Your Highness." Jade called and hurried to the door. Before closing it she turned back to me. "Stay right where you are and don't move. I'll be back soon."
For awhile I did as she told me but then I got tired and decided to stand up. What could happen? I was getting punished already anyway.
While stretching my now rigid limbs I looked around the room and the first thing I noticed was the large bed with the red silken sheets. Sleeping on the floor for such a long time I wanted to remember how it felt like to sleep in a bed. I let my fingers slide over the silken sheets, I had really forgotten how soft and smooth it was. Sitting down carefully I sank into the soft mattress. I really had to try this bed so I lay down and decided to rest for a little while but as tire as I was I soon fell into a deep slumber.
Lucian tried to pay attention to what his brother was saying but his mind kept drifting back her, the maid who had spilled tea on him. For some strange reason he had felt a sting of pain when Jade had slapped her and when her eyes welled with tears, anger filled his chest. But why he couldn't' understand. He certainly didn't know her and he couldn't say he felt attracted to her. Or did he?
She didn't look attractive to him. She was too thin for his taste, almost as if she had been starved. Her hair was short and ragged and her complexion looked rather unhealthy. She had dark spots under her eyes and her lips were chapped, yet he hadn't been able to stop himself from staring at her. Something about her drew him in. Was it the innocence in her big beautiful chocolate eyes? Or was he intrigued by the way she kept her calm even though she was going to get punished? Either Way, he couldn't stop thinking about her.
What was her name he wondered but then scolded himself for being distracted by a simple woman when he came here with an important mission. He was here to get revenge not women.
Traveling to Osakar he had disguised himself as their king Alexander and with some help from Nora and Julian he got hold of all the information he needed. Julian had put Alexander to sleep and Nora hid his body with a spell. Lucian didn't think it would be that easy but he soon realized that witches could do much more than he had thought. The question was could he trust Julian and his sister?
As his mind went back to the present Pierre was still talking, trying to make a great impression and Lucian just couldn't bare to listen anymore. Maybe now was the time to use some of his devilish tricks he thought amused. Going inside his brothers head he manipulated him into thinking that he was done talking.
"Alright then. I'll leave you to rest and we will talk about the details tomorrow." Pierre said.
Lucian smiled inwardly. Maybe it wasn't that bad to be whatever he was after all.
On his way back to the room that was arranged for him Lucian came across Levi. He was playing with other kids and they were chasing each other through the halls. Lucian felt a stain of guilt watching him, knowing that his happiness would soon come to an end and that he would be the reason. These were the times he didn't feel too excited about his revenge.
Lucian took one last look at Levis smiling face and imprinted it on his mind, then he continued further and buried his guilt deep inside his heart.
Once he reached the room his guards stayed behind as he walked inside. Lucian had expected to find the maid on her knees and Jade walking around her in circles while making threats, but nor was Jade in the room and nor was the maid on her knees. Confused Lucian walked further in and was astonished to find the maid sleeping on his bed, comfortably. Lucian stared in shock, this woman was either very brave or very foolish.
Instead of waking her up and scolding her he found himself staring once again. She looked so innocent and fragile laying in his large bed and he found himself wanting to touch her. He shook his head.
No!
He couldn't be distracted now when he came here with a clear purpose. Just as he was about to wake her up she stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes slowly. She blinked several times before rubbing her eyes and then, still unaware of his presence she put her arms over her head and stretched. Half way through her stretch she took notice of him and froze in place. He wanted to laugh at how funny she looked but kept a serious face. Once she came out of her state of shock she rolled off the bed quickly and stood on the other end. Her eyes darted around the room looking everywhere except at him.
"Your Highness...I..." She swallowed hard, "I...I was just...I didn't mean to fall asleep...I...apologize."
She rubbed her hands together nervously still avoiding to look at him. When he said nothing she raised her gaze slowly, looking directly into his eyes. For a moment it felt like she could see through him, through his disguise and deep into his soul. Her eyes held so many emotions that it was overwhelming yet he couldn't look away. There was a magnetic power in her gaze that had him spellbound and he found himself strolling toward her. As she saw him walk closer her eyes widened in fear but she didn't back away and he didn't stop until he stood a breath away from her.
Up close he found her even more beautiful and she smelled of honey and coconut, a very familiar scent that evoked a hunger in him he never felt before. Without realizing he raised his hand and put his fingers lightly on her cheek. She squirmed at the contact but as his fingers caressed her soft skin her eyes slowly fluttered closed and her lips parted slightly. Something stirred to life inside of him and he was in no control of his body anymore. His was unaware of his actions as his arm slid around her waist and drew her body close to his. Even though his mind screamed at him to stop he leaned closer and buried his face into the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, letting her sweet scent intoxicate his mind. How would she taste? He thought. How would she taste if she smelled so good?
As if she knew what he was about to do she tilted her head back and grabbed onto his arms. He buried his fingers into her hair and then slowly flicked his tongue over her neck. A sweet sound of pleasure escaped her lips that set fire to the hunger he was already feeling. Pushing her into the wall behind he held her in place with his body while trailing kisses up her neck and jaw. She jerked against him, wanting more. He pushed harder into her and then captured her lips with his. Heat exploded inside of him at the taste of her, a taste that made him wild yet the familiarity of it comforted him, calmed him. He thought he was going to devour her but instead he kissed her softly, touched her slowly, as if he wanted to comfort her as well. The warmth of her body welcomed him, enveloped him in a world of passion, desire and love.
Love?!
Startled he pushed himself away from her and shivered at coldness her absence brought.
"Who are you?" He asked.
She looked up slowly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes still hooded with desire.
"Who are you?" She breathed as she fixed her gaze on him.
She was brave indeed, but he felt as if there was more to her question from the way she was looking at him.
Moving from her place she started walking toward him, her gaze never leaving his until she stood a breath away. Her eyes slowly welled with tears "Who are you?" She asked again and he could hear desperation in her voice.
She put one hand on his chest "Please..." Her voice cracked as a tear fell down her cheek. Lucian got suddenly confused. Why was she crying all of a sudden?
"Please..." She begged again. Lucian didn't know what she was begging for but seeing her cry felt like a knife twisting in his heart. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around her but that seemed to have made things worse as she suddenly burst into tears at his gesture. Her whole body shook while she cried and Lucian froze in place unsure of what to do.
Then he remembered he could go inside her head to find out why she was crying. Blocking everything else away he focused on her thoughts but he heard...nothing. He tried again but still he heard nothing. Maybe her thoughts were a mess since she was crying he thought.
Grabbing her arms he pulled her away from his hold.
"Why are you crying?" He asked.
A thousand emotions crossed her eyes at his question and for awhile she just looked at him, her expression slowly turning to confusion.
"Who are you?"
"You may call me Your Highness." He said confused at her question.
She shook her head as if denying his answer.
"And you? Who are you?" He asked.
She gazed up, anger flashed through her eyes as she gazed into his. "I am your wife."
Who are you?
That was the question Roshan asked himself as he stared at his reflection. He didn't recognize himself anymore. He was thinking way too much, caring way too much that he began to worry. Worrying was not his thing either. What was wrong with him these days? Since he met the scandinavian princess he had been unable to think of anything else but her.
Every day since she left Roshan had watched her, spending her days alone in her room where her brother had locked her up. He had found a suitable husband for her and would keep her locked up until she got married. For some reason the Idea of her getting married and belonging to someone else made him uneasy. He didn't even know the woman so why did he care? He had more important things to do right now, like finding Irene's mother.
Irene had collapsed since the day she found out about her son's death and she didn't wake up since then. Lucifer tried everything but nothing seemed to work and now her mother was her only hope. But the witch was impossible to find and Roshan didn't look forward to meeting her.
Droshts were no joke when it came to power. They could draw energy from nature, such as the sun and the moon, and even other witches and that makes their power limitless. On top of that they despised demons, so he was basically going on a suicide mission. But Irene had saved his life once so he owed that to her.
"Where are you going?"
As usual his friend looked very neat as he walked into the room. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, and his blonde hair was still wet from the shower but combed back elegantly. His angelic looks could make any woman lose her breath.
Roshan remembered the old days when he and his friend used to party a lot, get into fights and trouble, get themselves surrounded by beautiful women and spend each day in a different place. Those were the days Enoch used to enjoy life, smile and laugh, but since the tragic event in his life Roshan hadn't seen his friend smile even once.
"I am going on a witch hunt." Roshan replied.
"I thought you were going to save the ice princess." Enoch said as he settled down on the couch.
"And why would you think that?"
"Because you like her."
"I don't." Roshan denied.
Enoch narrowed his gaze. "You are a fool. You have a chance to be with the woman you like...., some of us never got a chance."
A sad expression settled over his face and Roshan knew that his friend was recalling painful memories.
Roshan left Enoch alone in the room. He knew there was nothing he could do to lighten his friends mood anyway. Walking down way the hall he turned into mist and teleported himself to the underworld where lower rank of demons liked to dwell.
"My Lord!" Uzil was already waiting upon his arrival.
"Any information?"
"No, but... Lucifer was here. I think he wants to find the witch himself." Uzil whispered.
No wonder it was very quiet today. Lucifer must have terrified them with his presence.
"Do you want me to continue looking?"
"Never mind." Roshan said. If Lucifer couldn't find her then nobody could, and if he found her it would be one hell of a battle. Lucifer would be in disadvantage though, since she is the mother of his mate.
Roshan dismissed Uzil and continued to search on his own. By now he knew he wouldn't be able to find the witch, but he just wanted to keep himself occupied so that he wouldn't think about Klara. Not that it worked. The more he fought the urge to think about her the more he thought about her and the more frustrated he became. Before he knew he found himself in her room watching her from a corner. As usual she was reading a book while laying on her stomach with elbows resting on a pillow and her feet swinging in the air.
He shouldn't be doing this. He was invading her privacy, but then again when did he care about such things? Anyway, this was the last time he was coming here, he would not come here again he promised himself. A promise he'd made many times before including the last time he came and yet today he was here.
Just as he was about to leave he heard footsteps outside her room and soon after her brother barged inside. Klara ignored her brother and kept reading without looking up, even once.
"Get ready. You are getting married tomorrow." He said.
Klara continued to ignore him.
Rasmus sighed then turned to the servants. "Make sure to get her ready." He said calmly before leaving. As soon as the door closed behind him Klaras head fell into the pillow and her shoulders began to tremble.
She was crying. Roshan was surprised, she never cried before, not when her brother had yelled at her, not when he had locked her up and ignored her for several days, not even when he denied her to meet her sister and here now she was crying. She must have endured a lot and reached her limit.
Roshan felt the sudden urge to scoop her into his arms and comfort her, but before doing something he would regret he teleported back home. He needed to stop this madness. She was getting married and he was not the type to commit. He liked to be with a different woman every time but now thinking about it, he hadn't been with a woman for a while. Maybe that was the reason he was acting strange he thought. Yes, he should go and satisfy his needs. He was a demon after all and demons are known to be warmblooded.
"My lady, please. You should get ready now. It's your wedding tomorrow." The maids begged looking anxious. They would be in trouble if they didn't prepare her.
Klara didn't want her maids to suffer but she was suffering herself. She had been locked for days without seeing anyone but her maids. Her brother wouldn't even let her meet Astrid. How cruel.
At first Klara had been patient thinking her brother would soon give in and forgive her, but no. He was really marrying her off without her consent. She knew he would punish her severely for betraying him but she never thought he would go this far.
No! She would not get married against her will. She had always imagined herself getting married to someone she loved and have a fairytale wedding just like the ones she reads in the books, but after getting her heart broken she had given up those dreams. That didn't mean though she would get married to just anyone.
"I want to be alone." Klara said.
The maids looked at her pleading but they didn't dare to defy her so they left. Klara looked around the room. She needed to do something but what? She couldn't escape as her brother had the place heavily guarded, especially around her room.
Klara never felt as helpless as she did now. Thinking got her nowhere as she was still clueless as what to do. If there was a chance to escape it would be on her wedding day but that would be too much of a risk.
Klara stomped her feet on the ground like a little child frustrated that she could not come up with a plan.
"What should I do?" She buried her face in her hands.
"Come with me."
Startled Klara jumped out of the chair as a scream erupted from her throat but the sound got soon muffled by a hand grabbing the back of her head and another covering her mouth.
"Shh...I am here to help."
Klara was just about to use her fighting skills when she found herself looking into a pair of mesmerizing Hazel eyes that held her captive with just a glance. She knew all too well who they belonged to but that didn't stop her kneeing him in the stomach and then punching him in the face.
How did he get into her room? She should scream for help now but she didn't.
Roshan stumbled backward then rubbed his jaw.
"Ouch... you really know how to greet someone. I am fine thank you." He said sarcastically as he stood straight and looked at her with amus.e.m.e.nt.
She had punched him really hard but only she seemed to be in pain.
"How did you get in?" she whispered then guessed that it had to do something with the witch.
"Do you want to escape or not?" he asked ignoring her question.
He came here to help her escape. Why?
"Did Irene ask you to help me?"
"No princess. I am here of my own will."
"Why?" she asked. What did he want from her? He had to want something, why would he help her otherwise.
"I'll just leave if you don't want my help." He said turning around.
Klara panicked. "Wait!"
Even though she didn't trust him she didn't want to be left here. Once he left she knew she would not get another chance to escape. She would just let him help her out of here and once she was outside she would escape from him as well.
Great idea she thought proud of herself.
"I am coming with you."
"I am your wife."
I was shocked by my own words, as if I didn't say them myself but got possessed by someone else. Even though the man in front of me looked nothing like Lucian, every nerve in my body told me it was him. His voice, his scent, the way he had kissed me and how he made my heart race and my body tingle. It had to be Lucian, but the way he was looking at me now, as if I was a complete stranger broke my heart. Maybe it wasn't him after all, but why was my gut telling me otherwise.
No, Lucian would never pretend like he didn't know me which means that I had just kissed another man. That
Good lord, what had I done? I took a step back, angry that he had kissed me and that I had kissed him back. Angry that he made me feel the way Lucian did. I could not feel this way about anyone else. I shouldn't!
"Excuse me?" He said with a frown.
More tears fell down my cheek. I wanted to beg him again. Beg him to tell me that he was Lucian, beg him to hold me again so that I would feel safe. But he wasn't Lucian. Lucian would never hurt me like this, he would never just watch me cry.
I really must be desperate to kiss another man, to even let myself believe that he was my husband. Embarrassed I ran out of the room. I knew I would be in big trouble later but right now I didn't care. I went to the storeroom where I sleep at night and just cried and cried while hoping for Lothaire to appear out of nowhere. All I wanted right now was to leave this place.
The day went by with me working to death and crying in between and dreading Jades arrival. I had escaped my punishment after all, but Jade never came and now it was almost midnight and I was preparing to get some sleep. My eyes had become so swollen from all the crying that I could barely keep them open. Closing my eyes I somehow wished for the sun to never rise again.
Lucian turned back and forth in bed unable to sleep. He was still thinking about her, the woman who made him feel... he wasn't sure what it was he felt. He closed his eyes once again and tried to take her out of his mind but he couldn't. Whether his eyes were open or closed, her face was the only thing he saw. The image of her pained expression and her teary eyes made his heart tighten in an uncomfortable way. And her voice kept repeating in his head.
I am your wife'.
Did Alexander have a hidden wife? A mistress? But then why didn't she say anything the first time they met?
Lucian sighed in frustration. What was he doing? He should stop pondering about her and go have some fun. Making himself invisible he went to his brother's room. Pierre was going back and forth, waiting for someone it seemed. As he heard the creaking sound of the door opening he stopped in his tracks and waited for the person to come in. Lucian felt suddenly uneasy when he realized it was her brother had been waiting for.
Why was his brother anxiously waiting for a maid?
"Come here!" he ordered when she hesitated at the door.
Lucian didn't like the way his brother was talking to her.
"I said come here, Hazel!"
Hazel? Suddenly Lucian felt some pain in his chest and his head began to throb.
"You have been crying." Pierre pointed.
Hazel shook her head. "I haven't." she lied.
"Why don't you come to me? I'll not let you cry." He said softening his voice.
Lucian got confused. Was Pierre interested in this maid. Sure his brother loved women but he never fooled around with maids. He found them dirty and ugly.
Maybe this woman was not merely a woman. She had made him feel things and maybe she did the same with his brother.
Hazel shook her head denying him. Too brave for her own good Lucian thought.
"I am done waiting". Pierre said pulling her to his chest. He grabbed her hair and tried to kiss her but Hazel turned her head and pushed him away.
"Stop!"
"No, you stop!" He yelled grabbing her again before she could run and then throwing her on the bed. Placing himself on top of her he pinned her hands down and tried to kiss her again.
Lucian clenched his fists as anger build inside of him. He got so furious he could feel his demon taking control over his body. This was not good, he was going to get himself exposed but he couldn't stop himself from doing something. Using his prenatural power he put the lights out then pushed his brother off Hazel with such force that he fell off the bed.
Pierre groaned in pain and Hazel took the chance to run away.
"Catch her!" Pierre screamed to the guards who stood outside the door.
One of the guards came in to help Pierre while the other chased after Hazel Lucian cursed under his breath. Before the guard could catch her he exterminated every lightsource in the castle.
The guard stopped halfways startled by the sudden darkness.
Lucian who could see clearly in the dark grabbed Hazels arm. "Come with me." He said as if she would trust him. At first she got afraid and tried to pull her arm away then as if realizing something she followed him quietly. Lucian led her to his hideout spot, a place only he knew about. It was an underground place located in his personal garden.
As they arrived to the place Lucian used his powers again to light the candles.
Looking around Lucian noticed that everything was just as he had left it which meant that the place was still undiscovered. This was where he used to hide when he wanted to be alone, or when he was hurting, or healing, or when he was afraid that his demon would take control over him. He had never brought anyone here before. Why did he bring her?
Lucian turned to Hazel, "Are you alri..."
He stopped when he found her staring at him frightfully. "How did you know about this place?" she asked.
Surprised by the question Lucian didn't know how to answer it. He hadn't thought about it before he brought her here.
"This place..." She began confused. " it's under our garden..." Her voice was low as if she was speaking to herself.
Slowly she looked up with eyes wide as if she realized something then she frowned. "Why do you look like this?"
Lucian was confused what she meant by that. She moved even closer to him then lift her hand slowly to touch his face. As her fingertips caressed his cheek warmth spread through him and he forgot for a moment what she had asked.
"I wasn't wrong." She breathed. "I knew it was you."
She cupped his face with both her hand as tears filled her eyes. "I have been waiting so long...I thought...I thought you were...you would never come back." She wrapped her arms around him tightly and began crying.
Why was this woman crying all the time? Lucian pulled away from her hold.
"Listen..." He began to warn her but the rest of the words died in his throat when he saw the hurt in her eyes. She looked tormented.
"You don't have..." Her voice cracked. "to pretend anymore."
Lucian felt uneasy and his head began to throb in pain again. He could barely think anymore.
"You can stay here if you want..." He said trying to leave with unsteady feet.
This woman was making him nervous, uncomfortable and...and scared.
She grabbed his arm before he could leave. "Lucian!"
.
The world went suddenly still around Lucian and the only thing he could hear was his name echoing through the silence. He wasn't sure if he heard it right or if it was all in his head. How could she know his name? His real name.
Slowly he turned around, his heart beating erratically inside his chest. Hazel still held onto his arm and her eyes swirled with so many emotions and unanswered questions. Lucian had his own unanswered questions. Who was this woman and how did she know his name?
"My name is Alexander." Lucian tried to correct her but she shook her head. She didn't believe him.
"No...no..." a tear fell down her cheek "you are Lucian...my husband."
Husband? Lucian laughed nervously.
"Alright, it's enough." He said pulling his arm away and turning around to leave but Hazel stopped him again by suddenly wrapping her arm around his waist from behind.
Lucian froze in place shocked by her action. "Please don't leave me again." She cried. "I know it's you, why did you save me otherwise? Why did you kiss me?"
Why? The question lingered in the air and as he couldn't figure out why he acted that way he slowly became angry.
"You know I have been waiting for you. I prayed everyday that you would come back so don't tell me you didn't come back for me."
Lucian felt suddenly strange. All this time he had wanted to come back here and even though he convinced himself that it was because he wanted revenge deep down he knew there was something else. Something he was afraid to discover and this woman...she terrified him.
Tearing himself forcefully away from her "Listen, I am not your husband and I know nothing of what you are talking about. I would have helped anyone in your situation but if you don't want any help you are free to go. "
Hazel looked at him more closely as if trying to figure him out. "I don't know why you are doing this but you are hurting me. Please stop."
The way she begged him to stop made his heart ache. He shook his head getting angrier for the way she made him feel. She was nothing to him, he didn't care about her. Turning his back he left without a word.
On his way back to the room his anger only increased and by the time he reached the room he was boiling over. Grabbing a chair he threw it across the room and then he took his anger out on every single furniture.
When there was nothing else to break he sat down on the floor feeling defeated. He had been angry before but never this much and he was not the type to break or throw things. Seeing this side of himself appalled him. What was happening to him? Why was acting this way.
Jade suddenly barged into the room and was about to say something when she lay eyes on the mess he made. She drew in a sharp breath "Not again."
Clearly Alexander liked to make a mess as well.
"Your highness...what happened this time?" She asked.
When he didn't reply she ordered some maids to clean up. Meanwhile Lucian calmed down and tried to figure out how things turned this way. He felt though he knew nothing and understood nothing and he was too tired to try and figure it out on his own, so when everyone left he summoned julian.
Julian appeared just like that, out of thin air. "Your highness." He bowed deeply.
Lucian wasn't sure what to ask him and he didn't trust him either.
"Julian?"
"Yes your highness?"
"Is it possible for someone to see through my disguise?"
"No Your Highness. Even I can't see through...unless you want me to."
Lucian thought for a moment. Could it be that without knowing he had wanted her to see him? And even if she saw the real him, how could she know him when he didn't know her? She had even called him her husband.
"Is something wrong?" Julian asked.
"Was I married?" Lucian asked wondering why he even asked such question.
He would know if he was married but he felt as if some pieces of his memory were gone. Not that Julian could help him. The royal army belonged to the king so they didn't know much about what went on in the castle. Besides every prince married at least four or five times so it would be difficult to keep track on all the women.
Julian frowned. "You don't remember?" He seemed to think for awhile. "I know you married once. She was a princess from Maebeth."
He was married?! How could he not remember?
"Did...did she also...die?"
Julian gazed down. "I am sorry, Your Highness"
Lucian suddenly felt a lump in his throat. Even though he couldn't remember her but the thought of her dying in the hands of his brother made him furious.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Julian looked guilty. "I didn't know you cared for her."
Lucian couldn't blame him. Not many princes cared about their wives or mistresses. But Lucian did. Even if he didn't remember her his heart felt heavy. Too heavy that he had a hard time breathing.
"Are you alright, Your Highness." Julian looked concerned.
"I want to be alone." His voice was resolute.
Julian retreated without a word then disappeared.