DEVIOUS LOVE

Chapter 45 - A Deal

[ Neither the picture nor the content belongs to me. All the rights belong to the respective author. It is only used for entertainment purposes not to offend anyone.]

Let's continue

***

Easton wore a grimace of a smile upon his kind features. He turned to his older brother with a disappointed glaze in his eyes. "Must you be so mean to her? She's just a young woman."

"And what about you?" Weston bit out. "Why are you so nice to a stranger? You act as if you know her."

Easton raised his brows. "What are you talking about? I'm kind to everyone!"

Weston rolled his eyes. "That's why you're so damn creepy."

Easton forced a blunt laughter. "I'd rather be creepy than a jerk."

Weston didn't respond. He shifted his attention back to the crowd. He watched with pure disbelief as His Majesty grabbed a platter of lemon cookies. They were beautifully stacked in a star shape. For some reason, Lydia Claymore was also near the long table of pastries.

His eyes narrowed upon her hair. They were an interesting shade of blond, ranging from lightened brown, like Autumn leaves, only for it to look bright yellow like chrysanthemum flowers. But her eyes were the most curious things. At times, it was dark green like dirty swamp water, but under the light, it was a shade of lively moss.

To say he was intrigued was a mere understatement.

"She's pretty as well, don't you think so?" Easton instantly said upon realizing where his brother was looking at.

Lydia Claymore was a wild and arrogant woman, yet there was something to admire. Her beliefs were clear and she didn't hesitate to argue for them. She was blunt and truthful. People loved those traits of her, or so he was told.

Easton had seen the powerful and influential people flock to her, even though she was a human girl. Whether it was her rank as Duke Claymore's daughter or future heiress of Claymore Conglomerate, people generally enjoyed her presence.

"It's so interesting, you know," Easton said. "Lots of women were invited, including Lady Claymore. However, her name was suddenly removed from the list on the third day."

"His Majesty probably had something to do with it," Weston said. "I wouldn't want a crazy woman like her at my ball."

Easton's lips twitched. He felt like there was more than one reason. He hid his hands behind his back and continued observing Lydia Claymore. Displeasure was written all over her face as she eyed the plate of cookies in His Majesty's hand. She was holding an entire plate of lemon meringue pie.

"Or maybe, she can be the Ruby Jane," Easton slowly said.

There were many blonds invited today, but none shined brighter than Jennie Ruby and Lydia Claymore. Their physical features resembled each other, and they were easily mistaken for sisters—if it weren't for their conflicting personalities.

"If she is, I'd rather be marked a traitor and leave Wraith than serve a Queen like her," Weston retorted.

Jennie was weak, but Lydia was too strong. He'd take the former over the latter.

"Hmm, when was Lydia Claymore's birthday again?" Easton tilted his head.

Easton pulled out his phone and began to search for her name. Lydia was well known on the internet and obtaining her information was quite easy.

Easton's eyes went wide. "Lady Claymore's birthday is the day before Halloween? Wow, what a coincidence! That means she's only one day older than the Princess."