My husbands first love

Dinner

Chapter|| 01

I walk up the long and drowsy tiring stairs, dragging my feet along to try and call my stubborn wife. She never listens to me. She's always trying to make me angry. She didn't even come down to dinner now.

I near her room, as we sleep in separate rooms, and knock on her door. "Why aren't you down for dinner?" I ask, waiting for a response from the other side. But there was no response. "Elizabeth." I open the door to see her sitting at her dressing table. Brushing her hair silently as if in a daze.

I lean against the door, arms crossed against my chest as I look at her. My head tilts. Our eyes meet in the mirror when she looks up too and she doesn't faze or startle or stumble. That's one thing that always angered me, she never shows any feelings. Ever since we got married, she never even showed an ounce of emotion. Like she doesn't care.

She never did anyways. I look away, unable to look at that horrendous sight. Our marriage had always been filled with either hatred or not caring at all. "Your Highness, why are you here?" She asks.

I keep a stern face. "I know you heard me from behind the door. Why aren't you down for dinner?" I ask, making my way over to her bed and take a seat on it. She doesn't move even when I do so. She continues to brush her hair down. Her hair was a dark red color, like the color of blood. It was an unusual color.

I lean forward in, planting my arms on my knees. She sighs, and then speaks. As if she finally decided she wanted to speak up. "Why did you come all the way up here to ask me that? You could've sent a random servant to ask me." She turns around, and I finally see her properly now. "Spill it, why are you here?"

I sigh. So stubborn as always. "Can't I come here and ask my wife to come down and eat dinner with me?"

She thinks for a moment and shakes her head. "You can. If you ever thought of me as your wife. But nonetheless, I don't think I'll be coming to dinner tonight. I have some work to finish that needs my attention." She stands up abruptly, in a nightgown when she gets her shawl and pulls it around herself. it slips down onto her arms.

"I see." I say simply, and stand up too. My hands go into my pockets as I walk out of her room. I don't want to be coming back here ever again. If she's not eating then I have no need to eat. I will also go and resume with my work.

I have to take care of the rebellions that are rising these days and also the upcoming hunting competition. But I can let Elizabeth handle that. She always wants to arrange the hunting competition.

It feels so quiet in this desolate room. No one here, and no one awake at this time. No one in their right mind would be awake late in the night.

I wonder if that woman is still working. It doesn't matter if she is. She's too stubborn to listen to me anyways.

I pick up another piece of paper from the stack and take a look at it. It seems as if the church wants me to assist them with their budget for the christmastide event. They must be running low on funds. Where should I get more funds from?

I will not possibly give it from myself. What about the people? Or the Nueshwenstein house? We can all collaborate and provide some money instead of taking it from the people. I will have to speak with Roman. My dear friend.

Friends. I miss them. Roman and Johannes. Now that I think about it, it's been long since I met them. We used to meet often because we were in the same university. But after everything with Ludovika, I don't think ever met properly.

I lean back in my chair and think long. Ludovika.

The one woman that haunts my every waking moment. My first love. My everything. She was my everything to me when we started dating back in the day. She smiled and looked at me tenderly every time we met.

Soon I fell for that girl. I asked her to date me. I would let her use me even, as long as I can have her by my side.

But instead, I am stuck with a cold heartless woman who's as wild as the color of her hair. So brutal. We were never friends, but I knew her because she was Johannes's sister.

We met often, but I didn't care particularly about her.

I was supposed to be married to that girl, but after meeting Ludovika everything changed. I didn't want status money power or anything. I just wanted Ludovika. by my side.

I even annulled my engagement with Johannes's sister, Elizabeth. She has every right to hate me, no doubt, but I won't tolerate that kind of hate towards me now.

She has always gone too far with her hatred. Such as dumping water on servants when she's angry at me. Or recklessly spending money on useless stuff that she will never ever use.

I can never understand no matter what I do. I don't want to anyways.

I should get back to work. Thinking about her is as useless as the subject of English. I shake my head and return.

I flipped through the pages, checking each and every one of them.
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Maximillian had fallen asleep while working. His head was on the desk lost in a deep slumber. He was dreaming of Ludovika.

Again.

Like always. The moment he saw her, Adrenaline pumped through him, coursing through his veins. He couldn't resist not calling out for her.

Someone opened the door to his working room. But he was still sleeping. Elizabeth slowly tiptoed inside the room holding a candle in her hand. She was finally finished with her work, and came to see Maximillian and how he was.

Her eyes catch the sight of him fallen asleep on the table. That must look uncomfortable. She walked up behind his chair.

She holds up two fingers, barely touching his nose to see if he's still breathing. And he was. Good. She thought. As she was pulling away, Maximillian had slowly opened his eyes and saw blurred vision. He blinked a few times to clear his view but it took time.

"Ludovika?" He calls out silently, in a whisper full of longing. But it was Elizabeth instead. She halted, completely stopped as he said that word.

That was the last thing she wanted to hear after today. She moved away from him, biting her lip as she hugged herself, wrapping her arms around.

She hated him. She just wanted to come check on him but all she heard is him calling out for her again. Again. And again. It wasn't the first or last time this had happened.

She just wished he would've changed sometime soon. For at least Elizabeth's sake.

She felt ashamed that she even came here and retreated back to her room.

When she left, Maximillian suddenly woke up after the blurry lady left his room. He thought it was Ludovika but it wasn't. It never would be her. Ludovika was presumed to be dead.

Or maybe not. Maximillian then touched a hand to his cheek. Who was that strange lady that came tonight? Could it be Elizabeth?

It could never be her. Elizabeth would rather die than come and check up on him because she felt worried.

But for some reason Maximillian thought it would be her. Who else would dare to come into this room and touch him other than her.

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Ikkk this is so messed up and completely different from A step mothers Marchen but I wanted it centered only around Maximillian and Elizabeth. Also I changed some of the character names completely so it might be a little confusing.

PLEASE ENJOY THIS STORY! ITS JUST A RANDOM ONE I MADE BUT I PUT MY HEART AND SOUL INTO IT.

I am not the world's best writer, but I can dream scenarios that are writing worthy.

This chapter is very short and sweet, getting straight to the point. It might look confusing. But you'll understand the story later on better.