Dear Groom

"Your Highness!"

Lucifel heard a stern call which brought him out of his reverie. It was no other than his woman, Hazel.

He almost groaned as he turned around to look at her, who was behind him. He sure knew she was going to question him but he didn't think he was ready to start explaining.

And again, he had learnt not to partake in any serious conversation that involved questions and answers, those kinds of conversations would always lead him to something disastrous that would be surely hard to get himself away from, just like the one he had fallen into now.

Hazel realised that she had been too annoyed by him for she had started to plot the easiest way to execute him. She wondered how she would be able to go on with this charade so as to break through his heart if she felt a certain disgust towards him.