"You're stubborn!" Lucifer spat, crimson eyes staring deeply at her.
Nanisha's chest rose and fell fast, heat rising to her cheeks, anger and fear battling inside her.
Lucifer stepped forward, cloak swirling behind him, "You think defiance will save you?" he hissed, tone deadly calm, a predator testing his prey.
She got up from the bed stepping closer to him,
"I'm not trying to be saved!" she spat,
She wasn't scared anymore, not really, not after dying once, not after everything she'd been through
She knew she could die again and she didn't care, she actually now wanted to die, maybe she could he reborn in a better place on earth where she can put her revenge into action.
"Get prepared. We have somewhere to go," Lucifer said finally, and sank onto his bed.
She stared at him, uncomfortable, every instinct screaming he should have pierced his hand through her chest, ended her life immediately, yet… he didn't
There he sat, crimson eyes calm, posture relaxed, as if her anger meant nothing at all
She clenched her fists, trying to decide if she should scream, storm out, or just let the fury boil silently inside her.
She forced herself into the bath, clothes falling to the floor.
The warm water wrapped around her, easing her muscles.
She stepped out of the bath, towel wrapped around her body and hair, steam still clinging to her skin
"Oh my God!" she whispered, voice tight with panic, "I can't dress while he's here!"
Her heart raced.
She didn't know how to dress in front of him, shyness twisting every nerve in her body, fear and embarrassment coiling together like a storm inside her,
"Uhmm… can you give me privacy?" she asked shyly.
Lucifer looked up, staring at her wet hair trailing water down her shoulders, her sking was pale and her face became red while he looked at her.
"You're my wife," he said finally, voice low, dangerous, every word heavy, "You belong to me"
"Dress now!" He gestured toward the gown laid out by the maids—A beautiful golden corset-fitted dress, black pearls tracing the fabric, it looked so expensive and exquisite.
"I don't care about your body!" he spat, eyes blazing, "You don't arouse me! Get your dress on!"
She shyly grabbed the gown from the bed, hands trembling, and backed into a corner. The towel slipped from her shoulders, leaving her completely naked.
Her waist was slim, hips gently curved, legs shaking as she tried to pull the corset over herself, hands fumbling at the clasps she didn't know how to fasten.
Her heart pounded violently, heat rushing to her cheeks, she didn't know what to do.
Lucifer undressed, towel low around his waist, preparing for his bath. What's taking her so long? he thought, irritation flickering.
Or maybe she's really shy to come out after dressing Lucifer thought.
Lucifer decided to see what was taking her so long.
He stepped into the corner and froze, seeing her completely naked. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, taking in the pale curves of her body, her breasts pressed together, tiny tender nipples exposed.
Their eyes met. "Ahh!" Nanisha screamed, clutching the gown desperately, trying to cover herself. Her cheeks flamed deep red.
He was half naked too, which made the tension worse for her, his muscles exposed and he stared deeply at her.
Nanisha's hands shook as she clutched the gown, trying to hide herself, Her body burned with humiliation and rage, She twisted the gown desperately to cover herself, but flashes of her pale skin and pert nipples betrayed her efforts.
"Go call in the maids to assist you," he said calmly and nonchalantly, without glancing back, he headed to the bath, leaving her frozen in place.
Nanisha had never been humiliated like this, not even in her previous life
Hesitantly, she grabbed her towel and summoned the maids. They bowed and helped her into the golden gown, fixed her hair, and applied her makeup
She stared into the mirror. She has never looked this gorgeous, she looked stunning.
"Your Highness, you look beautiful," Lagartha said, bowing slightly as she entered with a pair of heels for the queen.
"Thank you," Nanisha whispered in a soft voice.
"The king is ready and he awaits you," Lagartha said, bowing slightly
"Ready? Awaits me? How did he get ready without dressing?" Nanisha asked widening her eyes.
"Your Highness, there's a dressing room behind the bath," Lagartha explained.
"What? A dressing room?" Nanisha whispered, jaw dropping as realization hit her. She could have dressed there… avoided all that embarrassment! Her hands flew to her face, cheeks burning hotter than ever.
"My Queen," Lagartha said gently, concern in her voice, "are you okay?"
Nanisha's cheeks flamed as she fidgeted with the gown, still reeling from the earlier embarrassment. She hesitated, then whispered, "I… I think so,"
Lagartha noticed her neck. The mark from last night was still there, red and tender.
Her heart ached for the queen. "Oh! My Queen!" she exclaimed softly, fetching a small jar of ointment.
Gently, she began massaging the mark, her hands careful, eyes filled with worry. "You shouldn't have suffered like this," she murmured, sadness lacing her voice.
"Why would your dad sell you off to the king to pay his debt?" Lagartha asked, worry lacing her voice
Nanisha paused, eyes wide, heart racing. "You… you know my dad?" she asked, a flicker of joy in her voice. She needed to know more about herself
Lagartha laughed softly. "Your Highness, of course. I told you as soon as you arrived at the palace, when I introduced myself to you."
Nanisha's excitement faltered slightly as worry crept back. Lagartha stepped closer, concern clear. "Your Highness, are you okay? Did you hit your head anywhere?" she asked gently, eyes scanning for signs of injury on her head.
"I know, I know," Nanisha said quickly, trying to play it cool and avoid suspicion
"So my dad stole from the king?" she asked cautiously
"Yes," Lagartha said, nodding. "Your father worked for Lucifer and was trusted with a treasured item. He planned to steal it and flee to Earth, but he was caught by Lucifer.
He assumed he could reach Earth on his own, without Lucifer's help, and that mistake cost him. He was caught trying to escape."
Nanisha's stomach tightened. The pieces were falling into place.
Some guards entered and bowed low at her.
"Your Majesty, you have a visitor," one said, voice formal but urgent
Nanisha froze, heart skipping. Who…? she thought, eyes narrowing.