They were too share a room. Hazel stood at the door, as a servant wheeled their luggage into the room cautiously.Luca was standing by the window, hands tucked into his pocket and his face in a stern glare.She could sense the tension in his shoulders ever since they crossed the border and arrived at this mansion, something was off with him. He seemed disturbed, barely even noticing or acknowledging her presence with him in the room.This was Luca's room. She reminded herself, staring around her current surroundings. He grew up in here most probably.The dark blue sheets on the massive bed in the middle of the room, blue curtains on the intimidating windows roped with gold thread that slithered through the fabric, making a pattern that resembled a wolf. There was a table and a chair in the other side and a small floating shelf of books hanging above it. A huge dresser to which the servant had wheeled their luggage and left for her to finally unpack them and settle in.The room sme
She was still holding firmly unto his hands as she stared into his eyes warmly. "Why didn't you introduce me to your parents earlier before the wedding?" She asked calmly.He inhaled, he was a bit startled he would have to admit. He did not expect her to be bold enough to walk up and take his hands in hers, she had never really done anything like it before. And quite frankly, he liked it. He was already a bit restless about the prospects of having to explain to her why they have to share a room.His parents would of course immediately grow suspicious of he asked for another room. Rooms weren't a problem in this castle of theirs at all, there might even be enough to host half the village. But he knew, his parents, they would have their eyes on the both of them, hungry for the slightest suspicion, even more hungry than a gossip blog. "It's..." He opened his mouth to speak, clearing his throat lightly. "It's complicated." Complicated? She asked herself. How complicated could it be?
They are home. Luca's parents. Hazel was just fresh out of the shower. Luca's bathroom was huge, with golden tap mouths and a golden shower head contrasting against all white walls and a huge bathtub in the corner of the bathroom.Everything she could need was already there. A citrus scented.From the shower gel to the shampoo and soap. Everything had a soft citrus scent she couldn't help but adore. She grabbed this soap, sniffing it a little. She smiled, "nice." She had made sure to lock the door from behind after Luca left the room, stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower. Turning it on she leathered her body softly, letting the soft citrus scent overwhelm her senses. Grabbing a dry towel, she dried herself and wrapped it around her body. For a moment she felt inwardly pleased that a servant wasn't made to come up and give her a bath like she was some fragile royal. She had half expected it seeing here was infact a royal palace of sorts. Part of the reason sh
Her cat eyes slanted slightly upwards at the sides of her face. She had high cheek bones, not a single blemish or wrinkle upon her fair skin and long dark hair that travelled down her spine to her shoulders.The Queen was a sight one saw in their dreams alone, surreal beauty that you wouldn't even believe could be seen in an actual world. Hazel could tell this woman was quite aged, it was written somewhere in her keen blue eyes that her experience was vast and wide, even though her skin lacked any signs of aging. This woman, is very intimidating. She held her chin high, her stance confident and proud with a back very straightened. How does one groom themselves into such perfection?The King stood rigidly beside her.He was grey and slightly thinning, he wore a dark brown ragalia, his hand firmly upon a staff in his hand.Luca too after his mother a lot more than his father. He had her blue eyes, and cheekbones. Both King and Queen eyed the couple with caution. Inspecting them bot
It's safe to say the entire table was shocked out of their wits. Even Hazel herself could not even understand he she overcame her anxiety and spoke back to the Queen. She suddenly felt as though she should never have spoken at all. She glanced quickly at Luca to guage his reaction. He had a fork in his mouth, but he was smiling slightly. He glanced at her though the corner of his eyes and have her a reassuring smile. The table was still quiet though, the Queen seemed to be in shock, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. The King was stifling a laugh or so it seemed. His cheeks were all puffed up with food, yet humour was shining in his eyes.Luke had been indifferent ever since dinner begun, infact he seemed pretty occupied with his phone. He obviously did not give even one shit about whatever argument or tension that was brewing at the time right now. He was not even a spectator, he was simply oblivious and unentertained.Lucinda on the other hand had a small frown, Hazel strug
Bedtime came and exhaustion weighed down on Hazel's shoulders.Luca watched her stretch and sigh as they walked to the room, she was clearly very sleepy already. Her eyes were at the verge of completely closing, droopy actually and her footsteps were unsteady and slow. He chuckled lightly as she fell backwards a little into his arms when they got to the door. She clearly did not do so purposefully, she leaned away before he could catch a full whiff of her citrus scent. Grabbing the door handle, she pushed the door open and walked into the room. Night had already falled and the room was mostly dark except for the luminance of the bring moonlight coming from the window. It was a half moon. A realization came to Luca and he swallowed, turning to Hazel."Is something wrong?" She asked him, scouting for her pyjamas in her suitcase.He shook his head, "no." he turned to the door. "Where are you going?" she frowned at him. He shook his head, "nowhere really. I would be back, I just have
Luca did not return that night, Hazel woke up in bed cold and slightly irritated in fact. She had been very sleepy when they arrived the room, and while she changed into her pyjamas, he had left the room, promising to return. Her sleepiness seemed to vanish momentarily the moment the door shut behind him. She felt anxious, afterall they were going to have to share a bed together for the first time since they got married.She had no idea what that would be like, she even feared her anxiety would not let her fall asleep that night.It is not as though she was afraid he would reach out in the middle of the night and grab her or touch her inappropriately. He gave her his word, he would not do anything she did not want, and she trusted it so. He would truly not touch her without her permission, afterall he always avoided her. He might not even want to touch her at all. No,her fear was different.What if she snored a little during the night? Or she woke with drool on her face. Wouldn't th
The village had warm, bustling feel to it.It wasn't a rowdy kind of noisy place like the town she had come from.There was noise as they walked down the road yes, but it was not the annoying sound of a car engine from an old rickety truck that was sure ready to breathe it's last in a garage or loud honking or yelling. It was just children giggling or playing around and adults smiling and engaging in heartfelt discussion.Yet something was odd. With the way they stared at her as she walked down the road beside Lucinda.Some would turn to look at her longer than you should a stranger. She thought maybe it was because of Lucinda, but no it was her eyes they met in a cold gaze. Sometimes she would smile and it would not be returned.She exhaled nervously. Maybe it is because she is a stranger afterall.They are probably not used to have strangers come by often.She was dressed in dark blue jeans and a black tee shirt. Normal. Like almost every other person her age she walked by. Yet it