Rayven went to a room on the other side of the castle, far away from where Angelica was sleeping. He didn't want to hear her breathing, smell her scent, or even think of her being anywhere near him. He didn't want to ask himself why she looked the way she did and why she came here of all places.
Why?
The woman must have lost her mind. He could kill her here, and no one would even know. Not that they would care about a traitor's daughter.
No human had ever dared to climb the hill and come to his castle. That is why he liked this place. He could be left alone, far away from everyone, but not anymore.
He went to sit in the corner of the darkroom, trying to think of anything else. He is trying to distract himself... It felt like he was suffocating in his own home. He couldn't take more of this torture, so he returned to doing what he had done earlier.
He let his claws out since he didn't have his dagger with him and then began to peel his face.
This time willingly.
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Angelica woke up feeling sore all over but warm. It had been a long time since she slept in such a soft bed. It even smelled good. Where was she?
She opened her eyes just to be met by darkness. A little sunlight peeked from behind the thick curtains letting her know it was daytime. She looked around, feeling a bit confused. How did she get here?
She remembered running away and coming to Lord Rayven's...
Oh! She was in the castle. She made it!
Feeling extremely relieved, she sat up but groaned in pain. Her body felt like it had been beaten, her dress and hair were damp, and the sheets were stained with blood.
Not a good start to ruin one of his beds. She hurried out of bed and almost fell because her feet hurt too much to stand on. Oh, Lord! That pain. She remained sitting on the floor and looked at her feet. It was covered with scars and scratches. Angelica had no choice but to rip a piece of her torn dress and tie it around her foot. She did the same thing with her other foot. Then she looked at the mark on her wrist. She also needed to hide this until she thought of convincing Lord Rayven. She knew he would throw her out immediately if he saw the mark.
When she got up, her feet hurt but not as much as before. She made her way to the window and removed the curtains to let some sunlight in. The window gave her a view of the backyard of the castle. There wasn't much to see except a few containers and dead plants.
She looked up at the sky. It wasn't as gloomy and dark as yesterday. It was bright and blue. Angelica hoped the weather would reflect how the rest of her day would look, but she knew she had a lot of fighting left to do.
Lord Rayven.
She shivered thinking of him. She could almost see his cold, angry eyes in front of her. He wouldn't be happy to see her here.
Turning away from the window, she looked at the room. Now she had to think of a strategy to stay here and make him agree to... marry her.
She swallowed and then laughed at herself. Why would he? She went back to sit on the bed. It was time to make her list of why's and why not's.
Angelica started with why he wouldn't agree to her offer. First, she was a traitor's daughter, branded as a and had a considerable debt to pay off. Second, he didn't even like her. He wasn't one to be captivated by her beauty like other men. But wasn't that why she was here? She felt safe because he had never gazed at her like that. If he were going to do something with her, it would be to throw her out or kill her.
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Heart Of Darkness
أدب الهواةThey whispered in town about him. They called him a beast. They called him cruel. They called him ugly. People were repulsed by his face. They treated him like a deadly disease, avoiding him like the plague. They didn't dare talk to or in front of h...
