The sun shines on her face, while she wakes up, she is still half naked, and the cold silk sheets feel good on her skin. She touches the other part of the mattress, but she can't find him, she opens her eyes : the bed is empty. She sighs as she slowly gets up, she gets in the bathtub, the hot water burns her skin, just like she likes it.
Someone knocks on the door.
"Yes?" Lamia says.
"It's Lilith"
"Come in, the door is open"
Lilith opens the door, "Good morning, I just wanted to inform her majesty about the daily schedule"
"Go on" Lamia says.
"Well, you have a meeting with Sabrina this morning, and there are the new damned souls to check, so make sure to do that with the king, and..."
"I don't know where he is..." Lamia interrupts the woman, massagging her leg with the soap.
Lilith gives her a dirty look "What does that mean?"
"I don't know, he was not here this morning" she replies.
"Well, make sure to inform him"
"Consider it done" she says, closing her eyes, tilting her head back, she feels the foam sinking into her hair.
Lilith sighs, "Now I have to go, If her majesty doesn't mind..."
"Don't worry, I have things to do too"
Lilith leaves the bathroom, she's near the door, when she turns around, looking at the girl, Lamia thinks she wants to say something important, but she just says "Goodbye, Lamia"
She looks a bit tired, her gorgeous thick hair looks a bit messy, and there are dark circles under her ice blue eyes, the girls knows she's working hard for her, all of a sudden she feels guilty and she regreats about being so bitchy that morning.
"Goodbye Lilith" Lamia says, but the woman has already left the bathroom.
She sighs, as she comes out of the bathtube, her meeting with Sabrina is at ten ò clock, but she has to wait for the girl, considering that she can't move from one kingdom to another, which is why she usually needs...
"Caliban" the girls whispers.
What's wrong with her? She aks herself, all of a sudden she feels so silly, did Hell really make her so weak , that she let her emotions overwhealmed her? She thinks angrily as she starts brushing her wet hair aggressively, their wedding was supposed to be political, she remembers with rage, as she puts her clothes on.
"It was a mistake" she whispers at herself in the mirror, as she puts her red skirt on, to look like a normal mortal girl.
Making love was a mistake, but talking about her feeling with him was probably the worst part, she thinks, she regrets that she shared her ideas and dreams with him, it made him feel like he was closer to her, and she knows that when you start to develop some kind of feeling, trying to hide them is barely impossible, what happened to Nick was the proof, if you let your heart open for someone, it is very difficult to hold him back, and this is the reason why the girl had always tried to avoid people, unless they really showed their loyality, like in the case of Sabrina and her family.
Obviously, things were different with Caliban, there was a blood pact they could not break, and they were technically married, but the girl can't forget that there are still people in Hell who dislike her as queen.
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