Just when he turned back to go back to the other side of the hall, her striking silver caught his eyes, turning around, she could found amidst some tall making her almost unnoticeable as she average in height.
Looking straight her, he couldn't help praise Damien for banging such a beauty. "Why is she here" Lucas asked no one in particular looking straight at Elisa.
The blonde girl name Clara opened her mouth to speak but Isabella was faster than her.
"Where else should she be" she said with a sharp tone, she would never let this girl join the Lord's group, even if it meant she had to go head on against the Lord's bestfriend.
She knew very well that she wasn't as important as him in the Lord's life but she knew she at least had a place in his heart and he would never hurt or do she thought.
"She matches the Lord's criteria.." he words were cut off.
"That doesn't matter, she doesn't matches mine" she said irritated, she didn't like how nosy he was behaving.
"Who do you think you are thinking you can choose who should be by the Lord's side and when" Lucas said furious, he had had enough of her, how could she think so highly of herself thinking she could talk back at him, she was nothing but a concubine to his bestfriend and a princess of a slightly bigger kingdom in the human world, he was the fucking Lord of the Demon clan in the supernatural world.
She couldn't even match to the hem of his clothes and here she was talking to him as she liked.
"Lucas, you'd better watch your tongue when talking to me" princess Isabella said glaring at Lucas.
"I'm not just the princess Ven clan, I'm also the Lord's future wife" she continued saying the last part with the maximum amount of pride anyone could have, her chin had gotten so high one could almost see her nose.
With a scuff Lucas said "future wife, in your dreams, you..".
"Enough" a loud voice was heard coming from the door making all heads turn towards that direction.
And there she was a tall middle aged woman stood there looking proud like a peacock. Without hout another word, she strode into the room,her every step showing dominance , her powerful presence commanded attention.
Her mature beauty and confidence radiating from every step. Her figure was neither slim nor fat, but rather robust and statuesque, exuding a sense of solidity and reliability. Her dark hair flowed down her back in waves, framing a face that was both gentle and authoritative.
Her warm, brown eyes sparkled with intelligence and kindness, putting those around her at ease. She wore a simple yet elegant outfit that accentuated her curves, and her calm demeanor seemed to bring out a sense of peace to those around her.
As she moved, her presence seemed to fill the room, standing at the center of the room in between princess Isabella and Lucas, there was a deadly silence in the room as everyone waited for her to speak.
Sending a piercing gaze to Madeline, making her shiver from fear, 'why was everyone glaring at her' she thought in her head her legs feeling weak.
"She won't be a slave" the woman said in a powerful voice.
"But auntie..." a glare from the woman shut princess Isabella up.
Removing her eyes from her she looked ahead at no one in particular, "she would join the greys"....