Chapter 83

IAN walked down the long hallway that was illuminated by the candelabras, basking in the corridor with warm, orange light. Ian stopped in front of the yellow room as he was looking at himself, noting that he had not taken off his coat before.
Ian shook his head before he opened the door, walking into the yellow room as his eyes were adjusted to the dim lighting of the room with only the fireplace being lit and two candelabras on the mantel. Someone was stirring a teacup with a teaspoon before clicking it against the cup.
“You’re done with your work, my lord?” Emily’s sweet voice greeted him from the fireplace as Ian was adjusting to the lighting, noticing that Emily was sitting on a single-seat divan that was facing away from the fireplace.
The logs crackled inside it as Emily’s face was focusing on her teacup. Then, she was looking at Ian as her brown eyes appeared to be black in that setting.
Ian arched his eyebrows as he was removing the coat. It was getting hot inside the yellow room, innuendo intended as he put the coat against one of the high chairs near the bookshelves. Ian smiled.
“What? I have traveled from Stone Tower and no kiss from you, my love? My, my, my lady... I see that you have been losing your touch, Emmy,” he said, using the same sentence structure from before as Emily was staring at him. His marchioness smiled coldly before putting the teacup down as she was leaning against the divan. They were silent for a moment before Emily cleared her throat and dropped the bomb on him.
“So,” his marchioness said as she threw the missive on the ground, the missive that Ian kept from her, “Care to explain about this then, Ian? Because I’m pretty sure that we have agreed that we will not be keeping secrets between us anymore,” she said as she was staring ahead at his face. Her lips were tightened into a line as she rested her elbows on the armrest. Ian stood silently as he was looking at the missive as well as the tone that he hid it in. Emily was examining her fingernails as Ian was looking at his wife.
Oh no... She found out and Emily would be taking this decision the wrong way. I know I should have told her when I had the chance, Ian mused before his wife was staring at him with her cold brown eyes. The marquis knew that he had blown up his chance at redemption as Emily stood up and paced back and forth in front of him. Her hands were behind her back. She was breathing hard, turning to look at him before she continued to calm herself.
Or riled herself up to fight him later. Ian never knew.
“So, you made a promise that asked us to be truthful with each other? But then, you bailed on that promise when it didn’t suit your needs?” Emily asked, stopping in front of the fireplace as the fire was illuminating her figure behind the thin gown that she had on right now.
His cock stirred but Ian knew that Emily was not in the mood to have sexual intercourse right now. So, he shut up and listened to his marchioness, who spoke her mind to him right then.
Then, she stepped closer toward Ian as she took the missive on the floor as quickly as lightning before she pushed it against his chest. Her hand was pushing his chest hard as her brown eyes were blazing with her internal fire that Ian very much liked to burn with.
“You’re the lowest of the scums, Ian. You tricked me and lied about our marriage. You are the worst—”
“Say one more word, Emmy, you will get to know the worst of me then,” he whispered as Ian’s eyes were bleeding like obsidians. Emily sucked on her breath as she was trying to remove her hand but Ian prevented it as she was trapped in his arms. Then, Emily was hissing at her husband.
“You’re no gentle person, Ian. You’re a—”
The full insult that Emily wanted her husband to hear was gone as Ian pulled her in for a kiss as he was pushing her against the divan that she occupied earlier, trapping her as he was trying to make up to his wife.

ARABELLA was dripping some of the wax on the missive that she would be sent to the earl, Thomas Rambova, as it was time for her to call him to tell her agenda for him the next month. She smiled as she was stamping the dragon’s crest onto the missive to ensure that Tom would be coming to visit her for some luncheon together.
Or just before he went to his country estate in Royal Lothso at the end of the month. The young queen sighed before he rang her bell. Then, the butler came inside her private study as Arabella was handing him the missive. She also instructed him.
“Make sure that this missive will reach the Earl of Raine before he leaves the capital. I need to see him before he goes to his country estate,” Arabella said as the butler nodded, bowing at her.
“Very good, Your Highness,” he said before leaving the study. Arabella was smiling before he was standing behind her. She chuckled softly.
“You’ve been improving with your lurking, my love,” she said, turning to face her husband as Aiden was smirking at her. He stepped closer, capturing her chin before kissing her roughly.
Arabella moaned before she looked into the obsidian eyes of her husband. She felt the color fade from her eyes as well when everything was grey. Her inner Demon wanted to be with her mate.
“Well, shall you reward me for my improvement, my love?” Aiden whispered to her ear as he was scooping her into his arms before the prince consort walked to their private chambers. Arabella giggled before she was hooking her arms around his neck.
“With pleasure, my love. With pleasure,” she whispered before they both disappeared, wanting to get to know each other again. The missive left the Royal Palace as the earl, Lord Thomas Rambova, did not know what would hit him when he was ready to leave the capital, only to find that he was already in the matchmaking of the young queen, moving into motion.