ERON POV
"I can lock you up forever if I wish," I said in a hushed voice and manner, staying close to her, just an inch away from her face. I could hear the way her heart was beating fast and the way her body was getting hotter every second.
I wondered what I wanted from her, and I could feel my inner demon wanting to come out and devour her.
"Take her now," he said, the voice from my head, my inner demon.
I wanted to take her now; I wanted to feel her body, but I couldn't, I remember what happened the last time I tried to do it. I could not take the risk again.
"You can't lock me up," she said, in a commanding tone.
This was the only girl who could stand up to me like that, and I liked her for that. No one, not even my own father, dared to talk back to me like that. I could see into someone's mind and try to listen to their thoughts, but I could not with this girl. I didn't know why.
She was just different.
"I want her to smell sweet, and she does, so I can't wait any longer," my inner demon said.
I knew he would want to come out, and I didn't want her to see me like that again, like the other night.
I knew it was time to leave, or else I wouldn't be able to fight back.
I went out immediately, shut the door, and walked through the corridor. I wanted something different with this girl. I just didn't know why I wanted to hate her, but I couldn't. I wanted to know how to love her. I couldn't think straight right now.
I walked to the stable to take care of my horse. I mounted the horse to my usual location to calm down my head. Going out, I had already sent word to Arnold, my only loyal friend and guard. He was the only man I trusted apart from my personal army and bodyguards.
As I was waiting for Arnold to come so that we could go together to one of the brothels in our kingdom, I heard people whispering about me. The maids in the palace were all talking about me, and I was not surprised because it was not the first time something like this had happened.
"My prince, where are we going?" Arnold asked, breaking my thought about what I wanted to do with these people talking about me.
"We are going to one of the brothels," I replied. "Can you suggest one?"
"Why are we going to the brothels?"
"I just want to clear my mind."
"Or you miss your personal whore since you got married," he said. Maybe he was telling the truth, but I didn't know. I just wanted to fill my inner demons with what he wanted so that he could let me rest.
Maybe if I went and had sex with another woman, his sexual desire would calm down a bit.
"Let's go."
As we were riding down the town market toward the brothel, I could hear everyone shouting, "It's the demon prince!" People were running away; mothers were carrying their children. It was not the first time something like this had happened.
Ever since I burned someone at the marketplace for trying to rape a girl, people in the kingdom feared me. I later discovered that Philip had planted the girl to act like that so the citizens would see me in that light, but I didn't care anymore.
We reached the brothel's door, and the guard opened the gate for us.
"How is your married life?" Arnold asked while we were getting down from our horse and putting it away in the brothel stable.
"I am trying to be good to her,
but Emily is pricey and stubborn. I want her to love me, but I don't know how to do it," I said, walking inside the brothel hall.
"Did you love her?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"Then you can't force her to love you. You need to be calm with her. You can't handle her like you handle your other whores; she is a princess, remember, from a powerful kingdom," he said, placing his hand on my shoulder. He was the only one who could get close to me like this. No one else dared.
"Then why did her father sell her to me if she is not a whore?"
"She is not a whore, Eron," he said in a confirming tone. "Now let us go and enjoy ourselves."
If she is not a whore, why did her father sell her to me? I still wondered. Like he said, I didn't need to think about her now; I just needed to find a way to get her out of my mind every second.
We went to our usual place to sit down. This was the richest brothel in our kingdom, and only lords and rich people usually came here.
All of the town's rich people were present, drinking ale and wine. It was a large room with a high ceiling; chairs were arranged in sets of three around the side of the dancing center where harlots and whores danced naked.
I looked up and saw a woman dancing among the crowd, naked and wearing nothing. Her breasts were firm and round, reminiscent of the statues of Indian temples. I couldn't believe how Emily could be here.
I closed my eyes and opened them again, but I still couldn't believe it. Maybe I was dreaming. I was watching her with the way she was dancing among the men, and they were spilling wine and coins around her. She caught everyone's attention. Then one man used his hand to touch her breasts.
"What are you doing? You're breaking my hand!" he shouted. I didn't know when I reached him and broke his hand. People were laughing at the man who was crying in pain. I didn't understand what I was doing. I could feel my blood boil seeing this man touch my wife.
I tried to look up and see that it was not her, but someone else.
"Prince Eron, I am not yours; why would you interfere with my matter?" the whore said.
What was happening? I could not understand. Maybe it was her. I looked again and rubbed my eyes, confirming that she was not the one. I was very happy and relieved that she was not my Emily.
"She is in danger; you need to go now, or she will die," my inner demon sa
id.
As he mentioned that she was in danger, I knew he was talking about Emily.