Chapter Twenty-three; Disturbing Words

Freya curled her lips up brightly, standing in front of her window, as she enjoys the view of nature, birds, trees, maids as they all move around, her cheeks heat up as she catch a glimpse of a guard and a maid showing love for each other.

Here, she could see everything and everyone but that wasn't the same for her, she was invisible, not to be shown to the world except for one person or the day of her wedding, until that day she was expected to stay in her room.

To Freya, her beautiful lovely room was her prison, her cell, locked in here till a certain day. That a man will come and claim her hand in marriage, so she had hoped. Once, her man comes, she will be able to explore her love for nature but sadly, the man, her man who she has been waiting and hoping for, will only put her in another prison.

She moved away from the window and went to her mirror, stared at her own pale and luminous skin, her natural red hair cascading midway down her back in wavy ringlet, her oval face blushed a creamy rose, and her beautifully pouty pink formed lips, along with her elegant body, everything about her screams perfection.

But she hates this life, she hates it so much. She wants to run away, from her controlling father, her weak submissive mother who always agreed with what her father said, her brothers who never give a damn about her. She chuckled at her thoughts "I guess my brothers will start caring when I become the next queen of Avis"

All she wants is to leave a happy comfortable life, not to hold some responsibility. She wants to travel, explore, and live somewhere no one will find her. As if her dad read her thoughts and wishes, he gave her nothing that was not far from her dream and that is becoming Prince George's wife.

Her father Beldon Sebastian will surely be thinking that he had done his daughter a great thing, not knowing he was killing her slowly. She was born to explore, for adventure, if only her father could see this. That she was not that elegant obeying daughter he thought she was. That all she wishes to do is becoming anything but not a queen, not even a wife.

"If only...." She thought and covered her face with her palm, sobbing. Freya doesn't even know what her future husband looks like, and her future husband doesn't even know her. She doesn't want this life, she doesn't.

THE SEBASTIAN CASTLE (MASTER QUARTER)

Simon's face brightened up as he saw Imogen next to him, naked on his bed. She looked so peaceful like a baby, with her curly black hair, her beauty was was indescribable, he has seen a lot of beautiful women, naked beautiful women but none amazed him like Imogen's.

She is so beautiful, so innocent, and a lovely girl, he wants nothing but to stay like this till the end, watching her pretty face. It is just a day smoother, and yesterday was the sweetest day of his life, her screams, her moans, her orgasm, and lastly how she kissed him back. Those were truly remarkable moments, and he dare not forget about yesterday' He thought with a smile plastered on his lips.

He gently stood up from his bed, making sure he didn't wake her up and went for his clothes, he put on his leather pants, and put his red robe and his boots in, covering Imogen better with the bedsheets, then kissed her forehead, and exits the room.

"Good morning, Lord" He was greeted by Carter and the guard Martin who he had instructed the previous day to investigate how Lucien was able to enter the castle.

"Why are you here? Did you find anything about the spy that helped Lucien in" He asked, his face coiled in anger, ready to strike the traitor?

Martin bow and answered "I did, but he was already dead before I could investigate him. He was found dead in his room"

"Dead...Who killed him?"

Martin gulped down, anxiously "He killed himself, he hung himself" He responded while Simon chuckled, not even surprised.

"So you were unable to find anything, that is great. Now, I won't be able to find out how Lucien sneaked into my house and how many spies he has in my house. For all I know, you could also be a spy" Simon said, scaring the young guard.

"Martin is one of my trusted men, he will never betray you, my lord. I will take care of his matter, along with Martin. That is if you give me your permission" Carter stood up for Martin, preventing a murder while the guard sighed relieved.

Simon scoffed and shook his head "Do nothing, for now, let's see what Lucien has in mind, but it doesn't seem like he will attack me now. If that was his plan, then he won't have come to provoke me that day. But it will be better if we could keep an eye on him, you can do that much" He asked, facing Martin with doubtful glares.

Martin answered quietly "Yes, my lord"

"You can go now" He ordered and the young guard left.

"What are you going to do about Lucien, are you going to just watch him do as he pleased?"

Simon clenched his fist at the mention of his name, of course, if it was up to him. He will have him dead, but it is different when his prince doesn't want him dead, he cares about George and will always follow him because he believes in his decision, that is why he won't kill Lucien for now, but that doesn't mean he will keep waiting for him to lose the Norva king favour.

He grinned at his thought and looked at carter "We won't attack him, but that doesn't mean we have to wait too"

Carter looked at his lord confused "I don't quite follow"

"Lucien, we will make him attack me by himself. How I intend to do that is to provoke him, just as he tried to do with me. And Lucien's weak point is his beloved wife, if I threaten him with his wife or attempted to win her back, he will surely lose control, won't he?"

"I understand, my lord" Carter said and Simon nodded.

"I will call the maids to take care of your bed, while you have your bath" Carter said and wanted to walk out from him but Simon stopped him.

He held his hand and released it when carter turned to him "About my room" He stopped and took in his lower lips, trying to stop himself from smiling. "You don't have to clean it now, I think it is better if you don't clean it today. Just leave it like that, and also I will take my bath later" He said and his guard stared at him dazed.

In his ten years of serving and knowing Simon, his lord has never left his room unkept or had his bath lately. So what changes today? Carter looked at Simon's room... That slave, she hasn't left the room since yesterday, but yet his lord hasn't kicked her out yet. Is this a good sign or a bad sign?

Carter was about to answer him, when they heard some voices in front of them, it was Edward struggling with the guards to meet his cousin. Simon raised his hand, indicating that the guards should let Edward go.

They did as instructed, and Edward charged at Simon, holding him by his collar. Carter strikes to stop, but Simon raised his hand again, telling him to stop.

"What is this about, boy? Are you showing your strength in front of me, or did I offend you?"

Edward gritted his teeth together "Don't mess with me Simon, you know why I am here, Where is she? What the hell did you do to her?"

Simon rolled his eyes and removed Edward's hand from his clothes.

"Who are you talking about? I have no idea, last I remember you know no one here"

"Is that why you took her because I lied to you that we never met before. Is that why you are punishing her, I swear on my life if you hurt her... I will...." Edward couldn't complete his words when Simon hold him by his collar and pinned him to the wall, his eyes were ready to see red the moment he acted like Imogen was his.

"You will do what?" Simon asked, his anger shown in his voice, his guards could see and they were almost panicking. If their lord loses his anger, someone might lose their head and that won't be his cousin, but a guard or a slave. "At least, sir carter is safe" Some murmured among them and gulped down nervously.

"What exactly are you going to do, cousin? Have I been easy on you, that you have forgotten your place or have you finally gone crazy" He chuckled, tightening his grip on Edward's clothes?

"Don't hurt her, she did nothing wrong" Edward replied not scared of his fearsome cousin, he won't have him hurt the woman he likes.

"Why? You defending her only makes me think you two might be in a deep relationship and that only makes me want to ruin her more. She is my slave, I own every bit of her if I want I could kill her if I want I could have her warm my bed, that has nothing to do with you. The earlier you get it, the better it will be for your cousin, get rid of your stupid feelings for her if you don't want to ruin her" Simon threatened, and released him. "Get out of my sight" He ordered but Edward only scoffed and asked the most annoying and disturbing question.

"Do you like her?" He asked and Simon faced him.

"What?" Simon furrowed his brows.

"Do you like her? If not then sell her to me. I will buy her at any amount you request and even add to it" Edward stated and Simon gave him a hard look before it turned to laughter.

It was so loud that everyone found it suspicious and unsettled. "You have grown, but not your sense. Am not interested in selling her, no, I will never sell her. Carter, take him out of here" Simon ordered and entered his room.

Edward intended to follow him, but Carter stopped him while Edward gave him a disgusting look.

"I know you don't like me, however, if you truly like that girl then you should leave. If you don't, you will only be making things harder for her" Carter advised and Edward growled.

"Whatever" He grunted and left.

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Imogen was woken by the commotion outside the master room, she wasn't certain who they were talking about or what the conversation was about. But she knows the two voices, but it ended quickly as her master entered the room, shocking her.

It was more embarrassing that he caught her listening to his conversation, she wanted to make a quick escape before, but her master was outside and the last thing she wants is to face him, but she ended up facing him anyway.

"Good morning, master" Imogen greeted trying not to look into his face, cause all she see is what they did last night. She thought she will have forgotten it when she rise the next morning, but it was still clear as snow in her head.

"Morning, I see you are awake. You can take your leave now, I appreciate your service yesterday" He said while Imogen stared at him, with complete disgust. She already hated herself for yesterday, he doesn't have to remind her and say it in that way.

"It is my job, as your slave" Imogen replied in the same cold, harsh tone. Simon clenched his fist, this wasn't what he wanted this morning to be.

He want to smile at her when she woke up, and give her kisses, making her day fabulous but Edward's words turned him off, especially his question.

Does he like his slave?

"I will take my leave now" Imogen announced, and Simon felt the urge to hold and hugged her, but he couldn't, he watches as she left and hit the wall beside him.

Why do Edward's words bother him so much? Does he like his slave? "This is disturbing" He mumbled under his breath.