The Abandoned Prince and the Devil Duke [ BL ]

Chapter 3: The Devil Duke of the North Part 1

The intruder was wearing elaborate black armor and his face was hidden by the hood of his black cape. At his right hand side, he had a long sword that gleamed under the moon light. He was perched like a bird on my window still. How in the world did he get up here? I was at least 100 feet up in the air. Was he an assassin sent by the Empress?

He pushed back his black hood. His black midnight hair gently flowed through the night sky. He was slightly tanned and his blue eyes gleamed under the moonlight and as his eyes met mine, my breath caught in my throat. He had sapphire blue eyes that seemed to pierce my soul. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He looked at me with a sharp gaze, it was like a lion eyeing its prey.

He hopped down from my window and landed with a soft thud. He approached me with silent steps. He had a cold air about him like he was the god of death, here to collect my soul.

Startled, I broke out of my trance and I stepped back, stumbling backward. The stranger's hand whipped out fast as lightning and gripped my waist pulling me into his embrace.

"Careful" He said with a deep voice. Warmth encased my frail body. We were so close that I could feel his hot breath on my neck, making me shiver. He raised his gloved hands to my cheek and gently caressed me. He tucked my chin length white hair behind one ear. I blushed.

"I finally found you," He said with a wistful look on his face.

I yanked my arm out of his, and pushed him back. What the heck was going on? I hurriedly stepped a couple of steps back and reached out to find a weapon to protect myself.

There was nothing in my room that could serve as a weapon so I just grabbed the nearest thing near me: my book. I held it up, glaring at him.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you." He said with a grin. I heard a loud thud as his large jewel encrusted sword fell to the floor. He held his gloved hands up in surrender.

I looked at him suspiciously. Why would he put down his weapon? Was this some sort of trick?

As if sensing my suspicions, he said, "Look, if I really wanted to kill you, I could have already killed you before you first laid eyes on me."

I looked at him, he was built like a soldier. He had an aura about him that said he could kill you in a blink of an eye. I pondered for a bit. It seemed plausible that he was not an assassin sent by the Empress. The last time an assassin came to the wizard's tower was when I was 14 years old. During the 12 years I was locked up, many nearly forgot of my existence. After the last assassination attempt, rumor spread that I was cursed and that was why I was locked away in the wizard's according to Konrad. People started to take pity on me and called me the poor abandoned cursed prince.

I believed him. I cautiously put the book down and opened my mouth to speak. "Who..." I began but I cringed when I heard my squeaky voice. Ahem! I cleared my throat and asked again, "Who are you?"

He slyly grinned at me. "I'm the Devil Duke of the North, Caliban."