Chapter 2


    We rode home in silence. I hated it because it made me nervous and it gave me time to think about


    what was waiting for me in my new home. The wedding consummation. I had never even touched a


    guy before, father made sure of that, and now I would.... I shook my head. You''re scaring yourself, I


    scolded.


    "Your Highness?"


    "Yes?"


    "Do you have another wife, Your Highness?" I asked. I shouldn''t have. It was none of my business.


    Mother had told me to be careful not to ask a prince such questions, but I didn''t care. I needed to know


    what was waiting for me once I arrived. He looked at me with a narrowed gaze. Now he would get


    angry, I thought.


    "No, I don''t," he answered slowly. I felt relief. Why? Just because he didn''t have one now, didn''t mean


    that he wouldn''t get one.


    "But I have many mistresses," he finished.


    Of course. He was attractive, and a prince, and a man. I wanted to curse, but he suddenlyughed.


    "You don''t seem to like that," he said. Why would I? But I couldn''t say that.


    "It''s not for me to like or dislike, Your Highness," I said. He said nothing to that. I wondered what his


    name would be.


    "Your Highness?"


    "You may call me Lucian when we are alone". Lucian.


    The caravan stopped, and then a guard informed us that we had arrived. Lucian stepped out of the


    caravan and offered me his hand. I took it, and he helped me down.


    The castle was grand, and the garden was even more luxurious, with green bushes and colorful


    flowers. "Lucian?" Someone called, and I turned my head to see who.


    Four men in royal robes approached us.


    "We came to wee you and your bride," one of them said.


    "Is that so?" Lucian asked.


    "Of course. We are brothers after all!" The other behind him smirked.


    Are these men his brothers?


    "Why don''t you and your bride join us for dinner?" He suggested. "We would like to take a closer look


    at your bride," he stated insinuatingly, shooting me a nce. Lucian walked up and stood in front of


    him. He was a few inches taller. The guards behind his brother put their hands on their weapons as if to


    attack any time. Would they really attack him? Why would they? Looking at Lucian''s guards they also


    had their hands on their weapons. What was all this about? They didn''t seem like brothers to me.


    "Thank you brother, but I must decline," Lucian said in a polite tone that didn''t match the menacing look


    in his eyes. Turning his back to his brother, he took my hand, gripping it hard as he dragged me


    through the halls of the castle. He was angry.


    "Won''t we greet your parents, Your Highness?" He came to a halt. His grip on my hand loosened. "My


    mother is dead," he said with no emotion. "And the King, do not worry about him, he does not matter,"


    he said with finality and started walking again. This time he didn''t drag me.


    Two maids appeared in front of us. "Your Highness, My Lady," they greeted with a bow. "Your


    Highness, shall we prepare Her Highness?" They inquired.


    Prepare me for what? Preparing is what I have been doing my entire life. At first he didn''t let go of my


    hand, but when the maids gave him a pleading look, he only then released me.


    I was led to a dressing room, where the maids helped me get out of my wedding dress and slip into a


    beautiful white nightgown and its matching robe, both made of silk. They took out the pins in my hair


    and let it fall down in waves. After putting some perfume onto my skin, they served me tea.


    "What''s this?" I asked.


    "It''s an herb tea that will help you rx, and it will decrease the pain, My Lady."


    "What pain?" I was confused, but then I realized what they were talking about.


    They must have seen the horror on my face because there was pity on their own faces. Why did they


    pity me? Was he going to be rough with me? He didn''t seem like the gentle type from the way he


    gripped my wrist earlier. It was as if his hand was made of steel.


    "I don''t need it," I affirmed and stood up straight. "Just take me to the chamber." They led me to our


    private chamber and sat me down on the bed. Adjusting my hair and gown, they took onest look at


    me to see if everything was perfect.


    "We will tell His Highness that you are ready," they said, and left.


    The worst scenarios appeared in my head and my heart pounded so hard in my chest I was afraid it


    was going to explode. My hands started sweating and it was getting hard to breathe. I waited for what


    seemed like hours, but was likely just minutes. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and he stepped


    inside. He had changed into morefortable clothes and walked toward the bed where I was sitting.


    "Aren''t you tired?" He asked.


    "I am Your Highness."


    "Lucian," he corrected.


    "Lucian," I repeated in barely a whisper.


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    "Then we should go to sleep," he said andy down on the bed. "I am tired too."


    Lucian looked at the woman in front of him. She looked so scared and timid. He wondered if she was


    scared for the obvious reasons or if she was scared because she had heard the rumors about him.


    Either way, he didn''t me her. Most people feared him, even his own father. He never dared to look


    his son in the eyes. Lucian always wondered what he had done to make his father fear him.


    He knew he was different. He had even scared himself when he was a little boy and had discovered


    what he could do. When he, for the first time, moved an object with just a thought, or when he had


    wished his brother could burn, and then suddenly his brother''s clothes were on fire. Everyone ran to


    help him get out of the ming clothes. That day he had been so scared he ran to his room where he


    sat in a corner crying, wishing he could talk to someone about it. But who? His father feared and hated


    him; he would just scare him even more, and his mother was dead. He wondered how she would react.


    His brothers used to y with him at first, but then when they got older and they started their training,


    they noticed he was faster, stronger and a better fighter. He was also a very skilled swordsman; his


    teachers always praised him. But his brothers mocked him, telling him to stop cheating. "Cheating is


    what the Devil does," they would say.


    The maids had mixed feelings about him. They were as attracted to him as they were scared. Some of


    them liked the thrill, the danger. The young ones would give him seductive nces, but the older maids


    would warn them. "Be careful," they would say, "tempting people and making them sin is what he


    does." Some would listen, some wouldn''t.


    The only people who didn''t fear him or hate him were his men, his soldiers. They were tough men who


    didn''t believe in rumors. They respected him. Still, they weren''t his family; he could only talk business


    with them.


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    He looked at the woman nowying beside him. The woman who was his family now. She was lying so


    far out on the edge he was afraid she would fall down from the bed. She didn''t even move; she looked


    so stiff. Even though he told her to sleep, he could still hear her heart beating wildly.


    She had surprised him earlier with her bold questions. He liked her so far; she amused him. He


    remembered the look on her face when he told her he had mistresses. She was probably the jealous


    type. I guess I like jealous, he thought, smiling to himself. He also liked when she yed the flute, and


    when she had whispered his name. But now, she was as timid as a rabbit. That, he didn''t like.