“Hazel! Hazel!” Lucian called, his voice filled with pain and agony. Was he in pain? No, he couldn’t be. I couldn’t be hearing this, but I heard my name again “Hazel”. Maybe all this wasn’t in my head, maybe he was calling for me. I climbed down from the bed, put my robe on, and stalked out of the room.
“Where is His Highness?” I asked two guards walking through the hall.
“I am sorry Your Highness, but we can’t tell you. He doesn’t want to be disturbed.”
Disturbed? So I would disturb him?
Of course, he was having fun with his mistress, and here I am worried about him for nothing. I decided not to worry or care anymore and went back to bed.
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Opening my eyes with a yawn I scanned my surroundings. Lucian was sitting in front of the mirror and a maid was combing his hair. Her fingers ca
