Sam didn't hug back, nor did he push away. He just stood there like a statue until the maids arrived. Sam and Fabian proceeded with their plan while the maids bathe and prepared for my wedding night.
However, what the…
"You want to wear… that?" I barely managed to speak after a long silence, as my nightdress was shockingly revealing.
Although I had nothing to hide from Sam anymore, imagining myself wearing sothing that could purposely incite his… hunger felt embarrassing. The heat of my face just looking at it while the maid held it up kept increasing.
"Your Highness, it's your wedding night! Of course, you must wear it." The maid encouraged excitedly.
"Lena," I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Can you bring sothing like my old nightdress? I don't think my human morals can bear wearing that."
"But, your highness," she frowned, looking so dejected by my request.
This girl… I rembered just a few days ago, Countess Soulton introduced to the new personal maid assigned to . It was Lena, a young vampire girl who was full of energy and enthusiasm.
At first, I was wary of her, thinking she was a spy sent by the king. I tried to get her trust first if her intention was to get mine. But the more I get to know her, the more I realized Lena was just soone who was perfectly suited to keep company for to adjust in this fancy asylum called the palace.
Lena just had this bright attitude and carefree nature. It was hard to picture soone like her as a vampire, as she sees on equal grounds — even regarded higher than that. Still, I couldn't fully trust her. No, I couldn't fully trust anything in here — even myself.
"Just take that thing away." I sighed as I remained adamant. "Wearing sothing conservative or revealing doesn't matter to the third prince. So, I might as well wear sothing I'd be comfortable with until then."
"Your Highness," Lena blushed as she covered half of her face with the revealing nightdress. "I suppose your highness is right."
Uh… I said too much, huh? Another sigh slipped past my lips as I waved, and Lena got another nightdress for to wear. Once I changed into a sleeveless chemise (with Lena thinking I should still show more skin), she started brushing my hair in front of the mirror.
"Well, even if I'm the prince, your highness is too stunning in everything she wears!" Lena exclaid, praising to the heavens like usual.
I brushed my hair over my shoulder. "Lena, if your purpose is to boost my morale, there's no need."
"But I'm stating the truth, your highness!" Lena pouted as she clenched the hairbrush up. "I've never seen a human to bear such regal aura like you!"
Regal… a word I'm so familiar with, but sothing that also left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I stared at myself in front of the mirror while Lena kept chatting excitedly behind . Half a year ago, I was nothing but skin and bones. A dirty peasant who couldn't even dream of ever living life in comfort — what more, a grandiose life.
But now, I'm here, staring at myself, with my personal maid cheering up with everything she could, in an old yet classic bed-chamber of the third prince, after marrying a royalty. From a peasant, I'm now part of the royal family.
It sounded like a dream… but that didn't feel like it. I wasn't in cloud nine to enjoy the luxury. But rather, I felt like I've coveted a position I shouldn't even dream of having. Now, I'm being punished.
"Your highness," I blinked back to reality after hearing Lena's concerned voice. My eyes searched for her worried expression in the mirror before I smiled gently.
"You may go now. Thank you for attending to ," I expressed as I slowly turned and faced her.
"Your highness, you mustn't worry too much," Lena muttered with genuine worry in her voice. "The man who cherishes your highness will always protect you. You can worry less and rest tonight."
My heart ward up as I reached for her hand. "Thank you, Lena. But you shouldn't refer to the third prince as 'the man'."
Lena just gave a slight smile before she excused herself quietly. For reasons unknown, Lena would always have a brief sadness in her eyes. At first, I thought she just held the sa prejudice against Sam, so she kept referring to him as 'the man'.
Tonight felt a little different, but I didn't dwell on the thought. The only man who loved was Sam, my husband. He may be eccentric and a bit... well, he's twisted, but I loved him deeply.
I walked towards the window and slid the curtain aside for to see the moon. It was shining especially bright tonight.
"I wonder how Sam and Mister Fabian's sparring is faring?" I murmured while staring at the cloudless night sky.
****
"My lord, you've died for the 20th ti now," Fabian announced, pointing a sword a centiter away from Samael's throat. "Did you even want to spar?"
"Fabian, I said, I need my life to be in danger," Samael imparted as he cast Fabian a bored look. "I could've died twenty tis, but I didn't. I should've asked Rufus to spar with instead since he'd surely want to kill after all the work I passed to him."
"My lord," Fabian drew the sword away and took a step back. "Can I ask you a question?"
Samael quirked his brow as he tilted his head. "Did you purposely bore so you can ask a question?"
Fabian just smiled so Samael continued, "Are you, perhaps, curious how I got Stefan's approval so easily? And why Stefan seed overly concerned towards my wife? Or why does my wife look at him with such pain in her eyes?"
Fabian didn't speak as he sensed the killing intent shrouding Samael.
"Male —" Before Fabian called forth Maleficent, he halted as he turned his gaze towards the figure approaching them.
"Your Majesty," Fabian bowed with his palm across his palm.
"I ca out here to relieve so stress." Stefan held his wrist, massaging it as his hand made a slight circular motion. "But it seems I'm not the only one."
"Stefan." A manic smirk resurfaced on Samael's lips. "Do you want to spar?"
Samael turned and t the murderous glint flickering across Stefan's eyes. and then, they both whispered,
"Catharsis."
"Lancelot."
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