MATED TO THE DEVIL'S DAUGHTER

CHAPTER TWO

Back in the village, Brad swiftly moved to his home, hitting someone on the way.

"Hey! Watch where you go, young man."

Yet, he didn't bother to apologise or even acknowledge him . He just kept walking rather quickly.

" stupid ......youth , these days " scoffed the man while shaking his head.

Brad heard him , but he just ignored him. He hated himself.....he couldn't forget about her

Hannah, she was his light. More like , his salvation. He loved her very much , he had even decided he would spend the rest of his life with her .

He had already entered his home , and instantly he was met with her portrait. He remembered when they had got it, he remembered it so vividly ....

It was a rather gloomy day. Brad worked as a blacksmith or was pretending to be. He had just found out that he was the crowned Prince of Saxia .....but he didn't want the Sax to choose whom he would get married to...he wanted to marry out of live but it was also known that for the faes ....most especially royalty and those of noble blood line choose their mate using the Sax.....

The sax is like a huge ball filled with bright light....it looks very mesmerizing and enchanting...they say once both mates are in the same room with the Sax...they would feel it power and they would both glow....the mating urge would be so strong....they might just mate and mark themselves right on spot...... but he wasn't ready for that...he was scared to be bound to someone that he didn't know and it was all just too much for him to comprehend but despite all that....the Sax is sacred....it is the heart of Saxia and also where all faes get their power from ....for them to procreate and also to ensure that the offspring would not only carry out their legacy but also give them their magic....their very essence of being a fae.

Their had been people who had rejected their mate, the Sax chose for them and had instead mated with others......those couples' offspring would look almost human and would lack what it takes to be a fae....they might be good in combat and strong but they would never have magic and could easily die....they call them the halflings

But Brad wasn't ready for all that .....and had just decided to set up a shop with a hobby he had achieved, but was shocked when he met Hannah and he most definitely didn't expect he would fall in love with her, but he was quite sure the Sax would choose both of them ....but he didn't want to pressure her yet and he also hadn't told her of his identity too. He was in his workshop attending to a customer's order when, suddenly, Hannah bustled in.

"Braddie, come on.....you told me we would be going out today.....and yet you are busy here as always " said Hannah while rolling her eyes.

He loved it when she called him that.

And she was angry. Indeed, he had promised he would take her out today.

Today was a festive day , and they had both decided to spend the rest of the day together, but he was kind of nervous.

....he hadn't really explored the town and he was afraid of meeting people who could recognise him. He wasn't ready to tell Hannah yet, but soon , very soon.

He didn't forget, but as much as he loved Hannah and would love to be with her . He also had to be mindful of danger.

..he had expected she would forget about today, but he should have known better.... Hannah wasn't the type that would forget ...that was one of the things he loved about her, he couldn't wait to marry her.

Yes .....he had decided to propose to her.....he would have to take her and see if the Sax confirms their relationship, but if it didn't ....he would still marry her he anyways...he didn't care about it, he also knew that it wasn't going to be easy but He couldn't dream of any other person being his wife except her, but for that, he needed money.

His gaze softened.

" Rose, I didn't forget .....you know how my work can get " said Brad, trying to divert her attention.

Yet Hannah was quite adamant, she stood her ground. She refused to be swayed , she wanted to be with Brad and she needed to get the message across to him that even if she understood his work . He needed to be able to divide his attention between his work and her or else it would affect their future together .

She immediately blushed thinking about their future together and this didn't get unnoticed by Brad .

He immediately moved closer.

"What are you thinking about ?"  Teased Brad .

Immediately, Hannah moved away from him and turned away . She was ready to leave Brad, but before she could leave ,Brad stopped and immediately pulled her to himself.

Before she could comprehend what was happening , Brad's mouth had already found its way to hers and before she knew it , it had turned very passionate and she was quite lost in the feeling .

And when he released her , she was already panting . They were always unable to keep their hands away from each other ,they were overly attracted to one other, which made Hannah wonder sometimes how they hadn't done the 'deed' yet.

She was quite ready, but Brad always stops before it reaches that point, which in the end leaves her very frustrated . She really wanted to eat him whole literally.....I mean who wouldn't....he was nice, and those abs ....she had once seen him bare chested ....

She immediately stopped and flushed . She couldn't believe she was turning into a prude,she was always the prim and proper lady, but with Brad she turned into a beast ready to devour everything .

She signed, apart from her being overly attracted to him, she really did love him and wanted to be with him. She couldn't even bare to imagine her life without him in it .

" Rose " said Brad, snapping her out of the wild. He pinched her chin and raised her face so she looked at him, sensing her reluctance.

".......you know I love you, I'm sorry about the outing ....why don't we do this?

Let me finish up here and then we will go " with this, he pecked her and smiled.

She seemed to be in a daze but quickly shook her head to clear her thoughts and slapped him lightly on the chest.

" You better be quick....hmph" and huffed rather angrily at him.

With this , she turned and decided to go help her mother with the sales.

Her mother was a baker and she was well known to be the best among the most successful women in their village.

She is even rumoured to have magic hands , because every one knew her to be very good at baking.

Rumour also has it that she is favoured by the king .

While Brad quickly rounded up his work, he immediately cleaned up and started heading towards the famous shop " AMADIA".....which was the name of Hannah's mother's shop.

While approaching the shop, he saw Hannah already waving at her mother .

Immediately , Brad bowed to her mother as a way of greeting and she just smiled sweetly.

" Brad dear, please make sure you come back before midnight" said Mrs Pentagon.

" I will, ma'am , I will ensure she returns safely " said Brad while bowing.

With this , both Brad and Hannah made their way to the festival.

They both enjoyed their day, despite the gloomy weather ....their happiness radiated and melted down the dark day. Both of them unbothered about the bad weather coming.

Hannah was so happy , Brad had decided to mark that day by making a portrait of her capturing her smile.

Unbeknownst to them, their happiness was short-lived.

Brad smiled cruelly, reminiscing about their memories.

He couldn't forget her , despite it being a taboo that he was having feelings for someone who was already married to another.

He just couldn't accept it, he could still remember everything......her taste, her lips, her almond eyes , her soft hair ...

He missed her terribly and with that he clutched the portrait in his hand.

He was angry, he wanted to break it but instead he found himself caressing her frame.

The painter really captured all her features. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and before he knew, he cried.

He cried for his lost love, he cried for his aching heart and he yelled.

He couldn't accept it , his rose ....his light.....his salvation was gone .

Like the weather, one could feel the turmoil of this young man. Thunder struck and rain kept falling very heavily, as if pouring, the emotions of him.