"So, you will make mories with the Devil, Lilou?" His tone was deep and nacing, making think the devil itself was luring with a deadly contract.
My head answered with a courageous, 'of course, I will!' but what ca out was a ek and stamring, "Ye- yes, sire."
He grinned and chuckled, pleased while nodding. Did he only expect hatred from ? Because Sam hated this side of him?
"Then, how about we start by getting to know each other with our lips?" He bent down but stopped as he moved his eyes towards the door. "What is it, Mildred?"
I moved my eyes towards the door where Mildred stood, seeing her bow politely. "Her royal highness request audience with His Highness' the third prince."
"Sivi is here?" My voice raised in excitent but backed up when t with Sam's pair of sharp eyes.
"What does Cassara want?" Sam asked indifferently. "Tell her I'm busy at the mont. We can talk… later." He trailed off as Cassara suddenly barged in with a huff.
"Hell! Are you refusing to see ?!" Her pitched was almost deafening as she planted her hands on her hips. "How can I…" she trailed off, eyeing with clear dislike.
But I ignored it as I imdiately got up and perford a curtsy. "Greetings to your royal highness."
"How can you greet in such an unsightly state?" She seethed, making realize my upper garnt was torn open by Sam. I shuddered as my eyes dilated.
"You!" I instinctively staggered back upon sensing she would assault . "How dare a re human!" Cassara raised her hand, but stopped.
I gazed at her shaking hand in the air, her eyes glinting with deep hatred. What made her snap so abruptly? Had she lost her mind completely?
"Cassara," Sam called. His tone was low and nacing, sending a chill down my spine. "Did you barge in here just to humiliate my wife?"
"Your wife?" Cassara faced him squarely, balling her hand into a fist. "You're not married yet. How can you call her your wife?"
She was acting as if she was Sam's first wife instead of the king's second wife. I tried to keep the hysterical laughter from bubbling up.
"We're getting married tonight, so it's the sa?" Sam shrugged nonchalantly as he crooked a finger at . "Co here, love."
I instinctively walked towards him and sat down. I jumped when a piercing "Hell!" ca out from Cassara's mouth.
"Can't you fucking shut up and leave?" Ticked off, Sam winced as he tugged his earlobe. "Why are my siblings so fucking annoying? Can't you dig your own grave and rest?"
Cassara ignored his previous remarks as she ordered. "You can't marry her." She lifted her chin up, eyeing him with superiority. "I won't let you," she added.
This woman knows no fears! If there was anything I could applaud Cassara for, that was her courage. Even Stefan had to walk on eggshells in dealing with Sam, but she was just going all out.
"You won't let ?" Sam asked with genuine wonder and amusent in his voice. "And how will you do that? I an, stop from marrying my bride?"
Cassara didn't answer as she took a deep breath, facing him squarely. "I will divorce Stefan."
Sam and I both tilted our heads in puzzlent. What did that have to do with our marriage?
"I married Stefan because you promised marriage! How can you marry a lowly human who —" Cassara could not finish her sentence as Sam suddenly slamd her against the wall behind her. His hand grabbing her mouth and jaw, lifting her up with his bare hand.
"A lowly human?" His tone sounded more sinister, chilled to the bone. "Have you beco asinine the older you get? Should I crush your jaw just so you can rember your place, my little sister?"
I froze on the spot as my eyes fixed on them. Cassara struggled under his grip, but that didn't faze him. Should I tell him to stop? But I'm scared that his anger would shift on if I did.
"Sa — Sam." Before I knew it, I called him, which made cover my lips in panic.
"Don't you ever call my bride lowly, and even if she is human, Lilou is MY human. Rember that before running off your mouth." Sam dropped her, and I saw dripped from the corner of her lips.
"The next ti do you sothing as foolish as this, I'll end you, Cassara." He warned.
I saw the anger in his eyes before it flickered out when his eyes fell on . I'm grateful he wasn't angry with , but with Cassara who was behind him.
Once he sat down, he draped an arm over the seat. "So, where were we, Lilou?" he asked, rendering speechless.
My mouth opened and closed like a fish. His quick shift of moods had thrown in a loop, I couldn't keep up.
'Tell him Cassara is still here! So, how can he flirt with you right now?' My subconscious mind instructed to speak, but words won't co out of my throat.
"Ah. We were about to kiss, right?" He nodded, rembering where we stopped. "Co here." Sam leaned closer as he instructed to co closer.
"Hell... how can you?" Cassara muttered as she trembled in anger. "For soone like her... you will kill ?"
But Sam ignored her, as if those words didn't reach him. I instinctively glanced at Cassara and flinched upon eting her eyes filled with killing intent.
"Your Highness, His Majesty had summoned your highness and my lady to dinner." Sam hissed when Mildred's voice suddenly ca in to inform us of our scheduled dinner.
"Tell him I'm about to have mine and don't fucking disturb us again." He shot Mildred a glare that broke the latter's usual stoic exterior. Mildred gazed down, conceding.
Was this so kind that vampire could only understand? I knew Sam was pulling an aura, but I could only feel a slight tightness in my chest. So, I'm at a loss.
"Also, take that thing out of my quarters. The next ti she cos near here or near my bride, all your heads, including yours, will roll."
"Yes, your highness." Mildred kept her head hung low before she assisted Cassara by her shoulders and left without another word.
"Tsk. These people just know how to tick off." Sam clicked his tongue annoyingly before cocking his head to . "See? They fucking ruined the mood."
I nodded awkwardly, aware of that, obviously. But I wasn't really displeased about it, as I didn't think sex as the foundation of our relationship would last long.
"Ugh! This is annoyi…ng." He trailed off. My face flushed in embarrassnt when my stomach growled loudly and he set his eyes on .
"You're hungry?" He asked. I gazed down as raw hunger clutched my stomach.
"You could have said so." Sam smacked his lips as I gazed up when he spread his hands for to clasp. "Hand."
"Yes?" I muttered.
"Dinner. Let's join them." He said, batting his eyes languidly. "I'll hold you so you don't stray too far again."
And that last remark, laced with a little affection, made my heart skip a beat.
"Yes!" I nodded and clasped his hand, and he slipped his fingers in between the gaps of my finger. I smiled.
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