Double Life Of Him

s presence. It wanted me. It was hungry and angry and it wouldn't stop hunting me until it caught me. I ran so fast that I stumbled on my own feet and fell. It was close now; it would catch me.

s?" "About the wedding consummation, I...I'm not ready yet." I looked down quickly, afraid to meet his gaze. My heart pounded in my ears as I waited for an answer. A laugh, an angry exclamation, anything. "I know, it's alright," he said gently. I looked up in surprise and breathed out in relief. "I could just go to one of my mistresses to satisfy my needs." He added. The smile on my face died and I clenched my fists. Why was I getting angry? He could go wherever he wanted and fool around with whoever he wanted. He could go to hell. Suddenly he laughed. What was so funny? "If you don't want me to go, then tell me." He said leaning closer. "I don't want you to go," I repeated. Shocked at my own outburst, I put a hand over my mouth. He laughed again. Eventually, he stopped laughing. "Hazel," he said, stepping closer and gazing into my eyes. He knew my name. Of course. Men are always more informed about their spouses than women. Unfair. "I promise you one thing and I will stand by my word. I will treat you well." He then took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles, his flaming eyes never leaving mine. My heart fluttered inside my chest. Dropping my hand, "I have to go, make yourself at home." He said before walking away. ** A maid showed me around. The castle had several quarters. Every prince and his family had their own quarters and their own household staff, including servants, cooks, and guards. I had already looked around our personal garden and I especially liked the white swing with a ceiling, surrounded by white and pink roses in a half-circle. We then went through the halls that led to several smaller halls. The smaller halls had several doors that led to different rooms. One hall led to the kitchen, the pantry, and the storeroom. Another hall led to the guest room and the dining room, and another one led to the library and study. There were several other halls, but we went through the hall that led to our private chamber and the bathrooms. Inside our chamber, there were doors that led to other rooms. The maid opened one of them and I went inside. It was the dressing room from yesterday. "This is the boudoir. It's your personal room when you want to be alone, My Lady." She explained. "His Highness has one too." She continued gesturing to the door at the other end of the room. I decided to take a look once the maid left but the door was locked. Why did he lock his room? As I walked out of the chamber, a little boy bumped into my leg and fell backward. He stood up quickly. "I am sorry, My Lady," he said, wide-eyed. "It's Alright" I smiled. He had short blonde hair and his big brown eyes stared innocently at me. "Who are you?" "I am Prince Pierre's son. My name is Levi, My lady." I couldn't help but smile at his cuteness. "I am looking for uncle Lucian." He called him by his first name. They must be very close, I thought. "His Highness is not here," I said with a gentle smile. "Do you want to leave a message for him? I am his wife." "Can I wait for him here?" He asked with a hopeful look in