Chapter 17 — Sleep With Me
"Well then, have a good night, Your Highness," a maid whispered, gently closing the room behind her.
Cynthia sighed. She was seated in the large bed by the maids, bathed properly with rose petals, and her hair was carefully combed and let loose, dressed in a pastel pink night dress.
She glanced around at the bedroom in which she was asked to wait for her husband’s arrival.
The hall possessed hardly any furniture, unlike the hall she recalled in her memories. And yet, she remembered carefully organizing it, in the hope her husband would take a liking to its appearance and spend the night in her room— perhaps that would have shut the servants’ mouth. However, such never happened.
A soft scoff escaped her.
Cynthia, you were such a fool. That man never cared for you and yet...
As she criticized her past deeds, the door creaked open and a manly figure emerged into the bedroom.
A dark-coloured night robe with golden laces at its edge wrapped Lucian’s muscular body, as he made his way towards the couch slightly further from the bedroom. A few drops of water could be seen dripping down his hair in the dimly lighted area— he had just taken a shower.
"Just like... in the past, is it?" Cynthia wondered. "Whatever it is. I shouldn’t act like how I have before."
Inhaling deeply, the silver-haired lady rose from her seat, approaching her husband with a determined complexion. She had to spend the night with him to avoid the same fate in her dream!
"Your Highness," she spoke, trying to keep her voice soft and steady despite her trembling hands. She reached out for his face, forcing Lucian to turn her way.