Married to the Devil's Son Chapter 29

Ouch, my stomach hurt. This time not because I was hungry but because I had eaten too much. I felt as if my stomach was going to explode. Lucian was sitting in front of me and seemed to be thinking about something, ignoring him I stuffed the rest of the food into my mouth. He probably thought I was eating unlady like but you know what? I didn’t care anymore. Since I wasn’t enough for him I planned on getting fat, maybe then I would be enough.

Someone knocked on the door.

“My lord, my Lady, princess Klara is here to meet you?” a maid called from outside. I panicked. Why was she here? I didn’t want her to see me like this. I looked at Lucian who still had a calm face.

“Tell her to come in?” he said.

“What no, wait?” I said standing up but the door already started to open so I hurried and hid behind the dressing screen. Lucian gave me a questioning look but then turned his gaze toward Klara who had just entered the room.

“What brings you here?” I peeked from behind the dressing screen.

“I just came to see if you were alright? I heard your father died.” The king died? How could I not have known this?

“I am fine. How is your arm?” he asked. She took a few steps closer to him blinking with those lashes again.

“I am alright. Maybe you should go easy on me next time.” Next time? There would be no next time.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” he said.

“My brother is throwing a party tonight. You know how he is. I hope you and your wife can join us?” How could she invite him to a party when his father just died? I wondered how Lucian felt at the moment.

“Sure we will.” He said calmly.

“Save me a dance then.” She smiled.

“I will,” and with that she left. I quickly came out from where I was hiding.

“Your father died and you didn’t tell me? And they are throwing a party when you father just died. And what? You are going to dance with her? You know I can’t go there looking like this.” I said pointing at my bruises. I was so angry and I was yelling.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to?” He said with that annoyingly calm voice again.

“And what? You want to go? So that you can dance with her?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He protested.

“I don’t care what you mean. The fact is that you have many mistresses, that you spend time with other women than me and that you like blondes. I am not as nearly beautiful as her and you… you can get any woman you want and I don’t have any saying in it.”

Lucians eyes widened at my confession.

“And I was nearly raped because of you.” I added yelling.

Lucian clenched his fists. So all this was his fault. He had hurt her feelings and got her nearly raped. She must despise him now. He felt as if his heart was breaking into a million pieces. He wanted to say something but he stood frozen in the same place.

I sat in the bathroom crying for a while before I could calm down. Yes, I was nearly raped because of him, not entirely, but I was saved by him too. I shouldn’t have gotten that angry, he had just lost his father.

Never push your husband away when he is interested in another woman. That’s when you need to keep him the closest.

I remembered what Ylva told me. I needed to always look my best and keep my husband interested in me if I wanted him for myself and here I am pushing him away. But i just couldn’t help it. I was very emotional at the moment. A lot of unexpected and stressful things have been happening in my life lately and I didn’t know how to deal with it.

Wiping my tears I decided to go back to the room and act maturely. I walked out from the bathroom but Lucian was already gone.

“Your highness, the king wants to meet you.”

What now? Lucian was not in the mood to meet anyone. His father was dead, his brothers were in war and his wife was hurt. Could it get worse?

Yes, he knew it would get worse so he needed to keep his calm.

He made his way to the garden were the King wanted to meet him. Rasmus was standing tall and strong with his arms crossed behind his back. His long dirty blonde hair falling smoothly over his shoulders down to his waist. Rasmus reminded him much of himself, the way he walked and stood except he didn’t speak like him.

“Draco, here you are” he said a smirk on his face. Lucian didn’t smile, he just stood there waiting for Rasmus to get to the point.

“I heard about your father, I am sorry but I am sure you are not.” He said.

“Should I? Your Majesty.” Lucian asked. Rasmus laughed as he walked closer to Lucian. He looked him in the eyes. If he was trying to intimidate him then he failed.

“What are you planning on doing now?” Rasmus asked ignoring his question.

“What do you want in return for helping me?” Lucian knew that Rasmus was not the type to do things without asking for anything in return.

Rasmus sighed looking away as if he didn’t like what he was going to say then he looked back at Lucian.

“I want you to marry my sister.”