Chapter 12：Roman?

"Morning, Stella!"

Stella looked up as she placed the last plate on table, "Morning, Flora! Did you sleep well last night?"

To be honest, I couldn't sleep last night as images of our heating session that had been ceaselessly attacking my mind didn't letting me sleep.

But all of a sudden, why is she asking this question? She has never asked me about my goodnight sleep before.

Thinking about it, I imaginary face palmed myself in embarrassment.

"Obviously." I said while taking a seat, "Pancakes again!" I exclaimed and stella nodded while filling the glass with orange juice.

"Oh Stella, you're amazing. You have no idea how much I love you." I esclaimed, "Will you be my fairy godmother and create delicious pancakes everyday with a wave of your invisible wand?"

"I can't tell about her." Came a deep and powerful voice, "However....if you don't mind—I can be your Prince Charming."

"Master Roman!" Stella greeted reluctantly being surprised from his mood swing before going back to kitchen.

Roman came into view, gorgeously handsome in black armani suit and I instantly got idea that he was going to office.

I suspiciously observed him from distance as if something hard might've hit on his head but smiling, he sat on the chair across me and that damn smile took my suspicion on another level.

"In your wildest dream!" I scoffed and took a bite of my pancake.

"Darling, you have no idea about my wildest dreams—" he said huskily taking a sip of the juice, "They rather involves whips and chains than a glass slipper and magical pumpkin carriage."

Immediately, I choked hardly that made Stella who was early in the kitchen, rushing over me in concerned she asked, "Flora, Are you okay? Here. Take this." I gulped the glass of water she handed me.

But my cheeks were still flushed red like tomato, not because of choking but his dirty talk that had approached to my ears.

"I'm fine, Stella. Thank you." Stella, who was worried about me before, now had been watching between me and smirking Roman with an amused expression.

"Sounds like you've worked at circus, Mr. Hashking." I said, "Who was the performers by the way?—Those blonde and raven haired girl who were bouncing their balls over you or Adele the acrobat."

And that made him laugh throwing his head back, his chest vibrating and Suddenly I found myself blushing as the images of last night popped up in my head, although it was just a compulsion but it felt real.

"Sounds like you're jealous, Mrs. Hashking." He smirked smugly.

And at that moment I wanted to pinch myself if I were dreaming again about a fairy tale in which my blonde haired fairy tale prince comes on a white horse and takes me with him. But on the contrary, Roman wasn't my fairy tale prince, then why the hell he was acting like a one all of a sudden?

Maybe my words last night had melted his ice cold heart.

Nah! That's not possible. Not even when the world will about to end.

Suddenly, his mischievous expression turned into a serious one. "Are you?" He said, his voice was low.

Jealous?...No. But Somewhere... deep down I've an urge to hit the bitches who had ridden your dick in last few days.

"No!" I said quick, "Why'd I be?" Even though my eyes were lowered but I could feel his intense and burning gaze on me. "But If You've compelled me then I'm not sure."

I immediately glanced up as he slammed the glass of juice on the wooden table, his eyes burning with anger and muscles of his jaws clenching tightly.

"I...I should go and prepare the meal for Ma'am." Stella stuttered in horror.

"Stella!"

"Ye...Yes, Master Roman?"

"Don't prepare dinner for me." He gritted, his eyes never leaving mine. "I might be late tonight."

And with that he straightened up and walked out through the door.

Back to Actual Roman. I got it.

Pressing my lips in a thin line, I tilted my head to look up at stella and she reluctantly smiled at me.

"How many shades are left to see?" I asked her as I stood up while she raised her brow in a mocking way.

"Tired already?" She mocked, emptying the blood bag in a silver plated goblin.

"I understand, it's not easy to be Master Roman's wife. Perhaps it's not that hard though, you'll realise it soon."

She is right, being Roman's wife isn't easy. But first I have to accept the truth that I'm his wife now, but whenever I've tried to understand him, he has done something unacceptable that made me not to trust him again.

What are you, Roman?

When she done, I asked her to let me take Freya's meal to her room for which she had happily agreed.

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"Come in!" Came a reply as I knocked on the door.

When I entered, I took a grasp of surrounding—the left wall had light purple colour with some pictures of modern art and expensive antiques, the bed was queen sized placed in the middle of the room. The wall behind bed was also painted purple but with a shade of dusty plum. The room had two more doors, one for bathroom and another Indeed for closet, but there was another door my eyes weren't leaving—it was of glass, showing a beautiful and pleasing view of garden outside the mansion.

And then my eyes caught a glimpse of Freya sitting on a corner of bed. When I got further, I saw a photo album in her hand, there was a true smile on her face when she was intensely staring at a picture in the album.

After putting the goblin on bedside table, I quizzed, "Who is this baby?"

The baby had chubby cheeks and was wearing a sky blue pajama with a shirt over it which had a brown teady face on the centre. His gray eyes shining bright in the sunlight.

"Roman." She said tracing her fingers on the picture.

"Was he a same person that he is now?"

Her eyes shot up on me as I sat next to her.

Did I say something wrong?

"I already told you, Flora, he was never been what he is now." Her voice was low but I could tell she wasn't happy about my sarcasm.

"Then tell me who he was?" I insisted, grasping her hands gently. "Tell me what's wrong with him? Tell me why he's acting rude with everyone? Tell me please. I want to know him."

I don't know what had gotten me when I said those last words,  but her eyes staring me and after awhile she squeezed the back of my hand and smiled, "I think it's the time to tell you everything."