The Second Husband
Charlotte Bourbon, a 19-year-old widow, was happy in her life after she got married to the man of her dreams. However, because of a sudden illness, her husband died within a month, and Charlotte's life came to a sudden halt. ‘She became the curse for her husband that he died young.’ ‘She is the one, who killed her husband.’ ‘She should have died with her husband.’ Numerous such things Charlotte would hear from the people around her in the palace when she decided to take her life. However, was it that easy to die? Édouard Bourdillon was the eldest son of King Christian Bourdillon of the Kingdom of Escana. He decided to marry the widow of his late younger brother so that he could take over the Beromont territory which his brother possessed. But was this the only reason he wanted to marry Charlotte? ~~~~~~~~ "What are you doing?" Terrified Charlotte asked as she saw Édouard unbuttoning his shirt. "I am hot, so I am taking off the shirt," Édouard said and reached for the last button. "But it's cold weather," Charlotte said and knitted her brows. "Not here, Charlotte. Your mere presence around me makes me hot," Édouard said and took off the shirt. "Ahhh!" Charlotte quickly brought her hands in front of her eyes and covered them. From the gaps between her fingers, she peeked out of curiosity. A lump formed in her throat as she saw his perfectly carved body with a few scars on the chest and near the abdomen. Charlotte saw him approaching her and she tightly shut her eyes. A few seconds later, when she realized everything was so quiet, she opened her eyes again and found him before her. She promptly moved back and hit the wall behind her. She thought to leave the room when Édouard caged her petite body between his arms. "Are you going to—" "Yes. I want to be wild with you tonight, Little Cherry," Édouard said with a smirk, and the next second, he lifted her in his arms. ~~~~~ *Cover art is mine. Made by "HS AONARAN" available on FB* Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy
I will kill you if you step inside
Damien woke up with a headache and went to John, the physician, to get medicines from him. After having late lunch, he took the medicine and sat on the sofa chair with his eyes closed.
"I feel too tired," Damien murmured. He had slept for straight eight hours, yet his tiredness had not gone. Tapping his fingers on the armrest of the chair, he gradually opened his eyes.
The day he left for Gavaria with Édouard and Charlotte, the Queen hugged him too. "Why am I suddenly remembering her?" He mumbled and looked toward the ceiling.
His eyes closed slowly again as sleep took over his eyes. However, his sleep abruptly broke with the same traumatic dream, where he would be running away from the house which caught fire. When he woke up, beads of sweat trailed down the temples of his forehead and he took deep breaths.
He wiped the sweat from the back of his palm and called a servant in. The palace maid bowed to him and waited for his order.