Chapter 5 : Demanded Wedding
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Their footsteps fell in sync.
Cassius didn't stop after entering the door. The heavy doors remained open for the two but Primrose had to hurry inside behind Cassius to catch up with his fast pace.
Thankfully she didn't encounter anyone on the way she needed to greet. Or else she'd either have to be terribly rude or lose Cassius in the maze-like hallways of the palace and never find him again.
Cassius was surely making things difficult for her.
A chuckle was heard and Cassius turned his chin slightly towards her without stopping. Primrose flashed him a grin, wondering if he heard the contempt in her small gesture.
They finally got to a brightly lit study. Cassius pulled back his chair and sat down like an immortal gracing the chair with the presence of his butt.
"Speak." His voice crashed like an iceberg.
"Being distant won't make us strangers. Husband." Primrose pulled back a chair for herself opposite him.
That title may have done something to him. He didn't speak but the small movements of clenching bis fingers and loosening them made it apparent that he was indeed affected.
"Husband, thank you for picking me up. I was so afraid all alone." She said got the pure purpose of riling him up.
Cassius finally met her eyes. Those amber eyes were penetrating. Primrose was sucked into them for an instance. She looked away, trying to make it look natural.
"Scared? You?" he questioned. He seemed to have heard something utterly ridiculous.
Primrose sighed, nodding, "Yes. I was afraid you would abandon me. That the promises we made of staying together were all forgotten."
A nod matching her own came from him, "No problem, you are my wife. My better half. The one I should exchange my life for. Now, may I know what brought you here?"
Primrose internally shuddered. It was fine until he started to return the act. It was worrying how something so casual could make her feel so disgusted.
Primrose immediately dropped the act. Her fingers tapped on the glass top of table, the bright red nails glaringly bright on the dark surface. Cassius's eyes inevitably fell on them, stayed for a split second and left like they were never noticed.
"I need those books. And a wedding ceremony."
Cassius leaned forward, his back straight as a board. The distance was still wide but also closer than they had been a minute ago, taking Primrose by surprise at his sudden movement.
She stood her ground and didn't move. It was not the time to show weakness.
"I understand the books as they were part of our deal. What about the wedding?" He asked with mockery in his tone.
Primrose leaned back naturally, crossing one leg over the other. The subtle way of restoring the distance didn't go unnoticed by Cassius but Primrose didn't care.
"My sister is getting married to your youngest nephew. The world will acknowledge them because of it. What about me? I deserve to be acknowledged as your wife."
Cassius opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by Primrose.
"At the front gate I hate to introduce myself and wait for your royal ass - highness to personally be troubled into picking me up. I never want to cause situations like that again anywhere. It's better to go ahead with a wedding and let the world know my identity so I won't have to carry a card on my head that says 'regent's wife ' only to be laughed at for being a fool. Do you understand?"
"What if I say no?" Cassius asked.
The air froze. Primrose titled her head slightly, thinking carefully.
"Do you really want an answer to that?" She asked in return.
"Absolutely. I need to know if there is anything in for me."
"Okay. Since you won't give me what I want, I'll ask His Majesty the King to arrange the wedding ceremony then. That should do it for me. Thanks for your precious time."
Primrose rose from the chair with an unchanged smile. Watching Cassius's smirk falter ever so slightly gave her so much joy that even if she died at this very moment she won't have any regrets.
This man lived to make other people regret their own lives, it was a genuine pleasure to make his life difficult.
She pretended to leave.
"You think he'll listen to you?" His heavy, icy cool voice stopped her mistep.
Cassius sat in the same position. His eyes were on the spot where Primrose tapped her fingers a minute ago. The stain of her fingers on the glass was evident.
"You and the youngest prince have history that cannot be disclosed. They want to hide you more than anyone else. Especially now that the prince is getting married soon. The royal family cannot afford the controversy our wedding will cause."
Primrose didn't turn, "Since when have you cared about the face of your royal family, your royal highness?"
She slowly turned to face him, her red dress moving in waves like a whirlwind of fire.
"Isn't this good?" She lowered her voice, approached his side slowly and whispered, "The bigger the splash is, the dirtier the clothes get."
Cassius was the one to learn back in the chair, creating distance between their faces that were at a palm's distance. The space was mingled with their breaths.
Primrose stood by the table, waiting for his answer patiently on the surface. In the freedom of her imagination, she had already grabbed the fancy looking pen and stabbed him in the eye that he used to glare at her.
"No." Cassius denied her the wedding again.
"Husband," Primrose addressed him again knowing it will annoy him.
"Wife?" He responded absent-mindedly looking out the window by the desk.
Suddenly, his armrest was grabbed and the chair turned. Primrose cornered him with her thin arms on both sides. Slowly, her face lowered until her eyes were inches apart from his amber pools.
"I want this wedding. One way or the other. You either agree to it and get ready to become a groom or you'll see what it means to be taken advantage of in public. Nobel blood won't stop me from taking your first kiss on someone else's wedding platform."
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