Demon Prince's Forsaken Bride-Chapter 21: Insidious and naggy

Azrael wanted her to stop dreaming about ending this marriage and play his wife but what did he get out of it? Nine out of ten times, he talked about harming her in one way or another and the remaining one time he shot her resentful glances.

If it was just the presence of a woman, he did not lack them. Not to mention Moira who was willing to be on him like a leech.

And on top of it, staying with her did not bring him any benefits. He was mocked by his family, the demon lord, his father left no chance to humiliate her, and by extension, him, in front of his subjects.

So, in the end, she could not help but question the man, ’’What is in it...’’

Her question, however, never saw the light of the day as he stuffed the grape in her mouth.

"What is in it for me is not for you to question or understand,’’ The man said coldly. Even without her finishing her question, he seemed to know what she was about to ask.

Lareina felt the sweet juices of the fruit exploding in her mouth, her brows furrowing as she looked at the man who had forced it into her mouth.

’’Don’t make faces like that. Unlike the fruits of the demon realm that you stuffed yourself with on our wedding night, these should not be making you sick. In any case, you seem like someone who has one foot in death’s door with how you keep fainting and falling sick most of the time. On top of that, you get your mind hopping as soon as you get up.’’

For years, Lareina had only one impression of this man. Aloof but kind. Her husband. The husband she had loved and longed for a long time while he was in war.

But their encounters had been brief. Only once when she arrived in Erevas and was summoned to the court for the first time. At that time, she had only looked at the second demon prince from afar, as he was the only person who had neither mocked her nor paid any attention to her. The next time, she saw him on the day of their wedding and they had not exchanged a word during the whole process. It was only later that day that they had sat for a meal but he had been unable to stay by her side for long.

So, she had never gotten to know this person well but whatever she knew had made her fall for him.

However, ever since his return from the war, the image she had built of this person seemed to be crumbling in her mind bit by bit.

He was not kind, but insidious.

He was not aloof, but naggy.

He...

’’Open your mouth or I don’t mind resorting to other ways to feed you!" The man warned, his gaze dropping to her lips.

Utterly shameless.

"Why...’’ She had opened her mouth again when the man grabbed her jaw and pushed two grapes inside.

Lareina choked, coughing until tears spilled from the corner of her eyes.

Azrael frowned, ’’They are not even that big,’’ His tone contained a hint of scolding but part of it was helplessness as well. He had seen demon children gulping down things the size of their heads yet this wife of his seemed to choke on two eyeball sized fruits.

She glared at him as she coughed and he drew close, ignoring her glares as he awkwardly raised his hand to her back, his movements seemed clumsy as he stroked it.

Lareina pushed him away, catching him off guard and she drew back from him when he was stunned.

’’Stay away from me,’’ the words slipped from her mouth before she could even contemplate what she was saying.

And as soon as she spoke, his thunderous expressions told her that he was about to lash out. Her fingers trembled under the sheets and her face turned pale. But her face did not betray an emotion as she would seem haughty and proud to anyone’s eyes.

He placed the plate of grapes on the table and leaned towards her and her eyes instinctively closed, her heart trembling.

But after a while, she heard a soft sigh, accompanied with an amused voice, ’’Closing your eyes as soon as I reach out, what a weird way of asking for a kiss!"

Lareina’s eyes snapped open when no pain had followed his anger. Rather, he seemed to have gotten over it, his face showing no emotions.

’’If your reaction is related to the death of your clansmen, then I have already made myself clear about it."

"I don’t trust you,’’ she paused for a moment before continuing, ’’The fourth prince was here to inform me about their torture yesterday but your guard stopped him.’’

Azrael pinched the spot between his brows, ’’They were in a half dead condition. If you did run there, you would not be able to do anything but get yourself dragged in the chaos and get punished instead. That thing is pampered by the Lord and as unruly as he gets, he was here to humiliate you and rub salt on your wounds. I happened to be here coincidentally so I asked my guard to play along to get him to leave."

Lareina wordlessly looked at him. His bedchamber was in the opposite direction, and so was every other significant place he would visit then how was he here ’coincidentally’?

"I thought you could not wait to cry at my consideration for you but here you are, painting me as the cause of all disasters in your head,’’ Azrael scoffed.

After all his explaining, Lareina looked away, not saying anything but her face reflected the four words she had uttered in the very beginning—I don’t trust you.

The room settled in a stifling silence and neither of them said anything.

Eventually, it was Azrael who opened his mouth.