Chapter 89 — She Is My Wife
The sun was still high up, servants working on leaving up the dead leaves on the mansion’s yard. Once they heard a carriage make its way through the paved path, they began lowering their heads, bowing to their master who had arrived home.
Returning from a brief meeting with a few nobles and commoners, Lucian rushed into the mansion. Once he stepped inside, Elise, who was standing there, bowed.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. She hadn’t looked for it often unless she needed something.
"Not really... it’s just your wife has been acting strange," the red-haired maid stated, nonchalantly in a rude tone.
"You should speak about her with respect. She is my wife," Lucian coldly said, looking at her with an emotionless expression.
The maid scoffed, almost as if his warning meant nothing to her.
"We both know how much you hate her. Save the act for the king, Your Highness. Also, don’t be under the illusion that just because you have now become a grand duke, you can get rid of me. The king is always on your account, you see," the red-haired woman smiled, gently placing her hands on his shoulders. Then, she positioned herself behind him, slowly removing his long dark coat.
Lucian remained silent without giving her words any thought. In the past, he would constantly think of ways to get rid of her, however as time went, he realized that the king would always find a way to bring her back into his life. She seemed to be no different than a curse and he had decided to live with it, avoiding as much as possible.
"I’ll head to my study. If anyone comes looking for me, let them in. It could be urgent."
"I’m not your bodyguard," Elise snorted. "I’ll put this in your bedroom," she gestured towards the coat she held in her hands.
Lucian glanced at her one last time before climbing the stairs to his study room. He unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt which had been suffocating him. It wasn’t that, rather the meeting he had earlier today that was strangling him.