Chapter 30: On The Same Bed

The door closed after Albert and Matilda had left, leaving the room silent with just Damien and Hazel.

She stood still - awkward, uncomfortable and annoyed.

First, she was forced to be his sex slave, now, his sleeping potion. Was she cursed in her past life or something to serve him?

Hazel approached the side stool where the porcelain cup has been filled with a greenish liquid. Hazel could guess that it was the detoxifying herbal mixture Albert had been talking about and took it.

She gave it to Damien, but he refused to take it.

“Leave. I can deal with this myself.”

“Says someone who can’t even stand straight.” She retorted mercilessly and Damien almost choked.

At this point, he finally realized that Hazel might really be his nemesis in this life. He should have killed her when he got the chance.

With his shoulders rigid and jaw clenched, Damien took the cup and dawned the content down.

Hazel found a seat beside his bed and settled down casually, her demeanor not the least bit elegant.

Damien scoffed at the sight, but Hazel did not mind. Annoying Damien was the only satisfaction she gets these days after all.

But when she proceeded to place her legs on the edge of the bed, his eyes finally changed.

“If you dare…” He threatened, pointing his index finger at her warningly.

Hazel glanced at him and at her raised legs, then she smiled deviously, “Of course I dare.”

Then she placed her legs on the white beddings of the bed with a provocative smile and Damien gritted his teeth.

“Ho-oh, so the Alpha is a clean freak?” She asked with a chuckle and he sneered.

“Unlike every other princesses I have seen, you behave more like a lowly maid from the beggars district.” He said coldly and Hazel’s face changed.

She sat up straight and said, “Do you believe that I will poison you to death for you what you just said?”

Damien chuckled, “I would like to see you try. But I can promise you that before I die, I will make sure to screw you over and over until you beg for mercy.”

“You…”

To that, Hazel could not come up with an instant response.

“Pervert!” She spat, and he grinned.

“Since I can’t sleep, how about you come on top? Who knows, I might be able to fall asleep after.” Damien added and Hazel’a body trembled.

She gritted her teeth and wished she could wipe that grin away from his face.

“Damn you.” She could only say and he burst out laughing.

Hazel was meant to get angry, but after hearing his deep laughter, a sound she had never heard since she came here, her stomach tightened.

His laugh was like a deep cello - low, quiet and soft. It was not the cruel and mocking laughter she had always heard him make, but an unfamiliar soft laugh that made an odd warmth creep to Hazel’a chest.

But the sound did not last long.

It was as though Damien had realized that he had laughed, because the next second, his eyes shifted back into that familiar cold and unsmiling ones.

But for some reason, neither of them spoke afterwards.

Damien shifted back slightly to rest his back against the bed frame as the silence filled the room, until Hazel spoke.

“Why did you do it?” She asked, her eyes questioning.

He did not answer.

But she was determined to get an answer. She pushed her wooden stool closer and asked again. “Why did you do it?”

Damien gave her a look, “Don’t tell me you suddenly developed a conscience.”

Hazel rolled her eyes.

“You are my possession. You don’t die unless I give the permission. Your death and life belongs to me.” Damien added, his voice low and dark.

Hazel laughed drily and averted her gaze, “You really are sick in the head.” Feeling that it was not enough, she added, “I wonder if your people know about this sardonic side of yours. Next time, I hope the arrow strikes deeper, preferably your heart or your eyes.”

No response.

“Oh, too angry to speak now? How about it, do you feel like killing me now? Please do, I would like it.”

Still no response.

She frowned and slowly turned her head, “Don’t tell me that you really…” Her next words froze in her throat, never to be uttered.

Damien’s head had tilted slightly to the sides, his breathing low and even.

He had fallen asleep.

Hazel blinked.

‘Is it really true that my presence makes him sleep?’ She wondered inwardly, staring at him.

She took a cautious shift towards him and stared at him.

He was really asleep, not faking it.

“Thank your luck that I’m in a good mood, if not I would not be willing to watch over someone like you as you sleep. You don’t deserve it.” She whispered, glaring at him.

If looks could kill, he would have died from his sleep.

Was he not even afraid that she would stab him to death in his sleep?

Fortunately for him, she did not bring any sharp weapon with her.

“This bastard…”

She folded her arms and looked away as if the mere sight of him annoys her.

She shifted on the stool, again and again.

The exhaustion she had been suppressing now came rushing back at once making her eyelids turn heavy. She leaned forward slightly, her head hovering at the edge of the bed.

Her eyelids grew even heavier as she yawned. Before she even knew it, her head was already on the mattress.

A calming scent wafted into her nostrils, making her whole body relax.

“So relaxing. Is that the scent of the medicine?” She murmured to herself.

Her eyelashes fluttered once until her breathing slowed.

The two people, who hated each other’s guts unexpectedly fell asleep, on the same bed and just a few inches from each other.

Unbeknownst to either of them, the pendant of the necklace hidden inside Damien’s shirt shone briefly before it went dim again as though that light was merely an illusion.