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She had been right, Janice mulled, glaring. As soon as it was dawn, Jules dragged her out of the cottage. Just like the first time, he had compelled her out of her house. However, he didn’t let her pick anything this time around. A groan escaped her opened mouth as she gazed out of the window that wound down. She rubbed her clammy palms on the flowering gown she donned, as well as dabbed her forehead with the hanky she had collected from Jules. Her lips were sticky, and her throat, parched. Janice realized she hadn’t taken any water since last night. Moreover, she believed if she decided to take anything now, it could make her situation worse. She'd end up vomiting. “Do you want Jackson to stop by, so you could take a walk?” asked Jules. Janice glanced at him, she rolled her eyes at the concerned look on his face. If she didn't know him, she would have thought he cared about her well-being. Also, her eyes darted around the location they were in, before staring at him again. S
Matched to the devil The Wedding Ceremony
Janice sighed as she gazed at herself one more time in the mirror. The bodice of the gown the Queen had compelled her to wear restricted her airflow. She doubted if she would be alive before the event ended. She adjusted the sweetheart neckline of the dress, so it wouldn't make her look indecent due to her growing chest. Before smoothening her palm on the non-existent crease on the dress. Despite not liking the fact the Queen had picked it for her, she appreciated how the empire waist of the dress perfectly hid her baby bump. Her eyes trailed to her hair, which had been pulled back from her face, plaited in a circular coil around itself. A floral wreath made of rhinestones, pearl beads and metal enamel flowers adorned it, giving it all the sparkly benefits of a tiara. A soft rap sounded on the door, and the knob twisted. Maggie peeked inside the room. “Are you ready? I think the Queen might explode if you waste another minute here.” Janice rolled her eyes and crouched to gather
Matched to the devil Wedding night
Janice let out a relieved sigh as she peeled off the gown she donned. “I thought I might die back there.” She murmured, caressing her tummy. She flung the dress across the swivel chair that was next to the vanity and trudged towards the closet. She stilled as the door went ajar, and didn't need to turn to know it was Jules who was inside the room. Briefly, Jules stayed by the doorpost and assessed the room before striding towards his wife. Janice sensed his gaze on her body and she swirled. Her eyes bored into his as he strode towards her purposefully. She didn't move, nor did she breathe, until he got to her back. Furthermore, she didn't bother covering her body with the robe in her hand because she felt it was unnecessary. Jules' pupils dilated as he gazed at her bare skin. She was his, he thought with a smirk. He cupped her bum and squeezed hard. His teeth grazed her earlobes, and he trailed kisses from her neck down to her collarbone. Janice's legs turned to jelly, and h
Matched to the devil Dinner with the Queen
Janice glared at Jules as their hands collided when she was about to snatch the salt shaker from the table. Since today, Jules had avoided her like a plague and had come closer only when the queen invited him to dinner. Jules chuckled, shaking his head as he watched his wife. He didn't blame her for acting the way she did, since he had been the one keeping the distance from her. Heck, he had rejected her last night only to enter the room after she was asleep to grab the extra pillows and duvet there. “You should eat more of this,” Jules murmured, shoving the plate full of pork in front of her. “I'm fine with this,” Janice grunted, pointing to the sausage on her plate. Jules frowned as he discovered she had barely touched her food. He wondered if she was having trouble with nausea again when she wrinkled her nose. However, he noticed she hadn't dashed to the bathroom ever since the doctor gave her the drugs. Similarly, he was conscious of the fact that she was getting bigger, w
Matched to the devil The Princess of Cones
Janice stared at the young girl. The princess of Cones, Gabrielle, ascends the white pony in front of her with the help of her maidservant. She flipped her glossy dark hair away from her face and gripped the rein of the pony. Her toffee eyes twinkled, and a grin adorned her diamond-shaped face when she sighted Jules galloping towards her on his stallion, Dillon. “Oh, Your majesty, it's a delight to see you this fine morning.” She giggled whilst tucking a stray dark curl behind her ear. “I reckon you are enjoying your stay here?” Jules grinned with a raised brow. “Of course, I am. I can't wait to explore the beautiful landscapes that I heard about.” Gabrielle said, “I want to know if the rumours about them were true.” “I believe you'll find them quite intriguing,” Jules assured. His eyes collided with Janice, and he descended from his horse, landing on his feet. With two long strides, he got to her side and halted in front of her. “I thought you were taking a day in, Madame?” “
Matched to the devil Picnic with the Princess Of Cones
“Eat this,” Jules said, whilst nudging the plate filled with bacon and cheese close to Janice. He watched as she picked at the food in front of her and wondered what she was thinking about when she tilted her head. “Are you feeling unwell again? Because if you are, we can go back to the castle.” He stated, creasing his brows. “I am fine, Jules. Don't worry about me,” Janice said with a small smile. She wasn't feeling unwell like he had thought. Rather, she was displeased with the ludicrous flirting the young princess was doing in front of her husband. Since they had arrived, princess Gabrielle was caressing his biceps. Though it was meant to be discreet, Janice had noticed every movement from the corner of her eyes. Also, she had caught her in the act, which meant she was doing it, perhaps, to rile her. “You haven't touched your food since. Bacon is your favourite, and right now, it seems like it disgusts you.” Jules pointed out. Janice crinkled her nose as she nudged the food
Matched to the devil Illness
Janice groaned as she came awake. She glanced to her side and watched Jules curl into a fetal position. He thrashed about on the bed, twisting and groaning. Janice wondered if he was having a nightmare as she watched him with a frown. Her hands went to tap his shoulder, and she grimaced whilst retracting it. "Shit!" she mumbled, glancing at him. She realized he wasn't having a nightmare, rather, he was shivering. "You are burning up." She muttered. Jules sneezed and groaned out her name. "Janice." She barely heard his weak voice called out her name. "I warned you last night, but you were so hard-headed to listen." After he made love to her last night, a storm had descended without warning. She warned him about going out. But, being the wilful man he was, he didn't listen. More so, Janice let him be, since he told her he was helping the villagers whose houses were uprooted by the storm due to the lack of a solid foundation. Jules had found a shelter for them inside the wa
Matched to the devil The threat
She was freaking in love with Jules, Janice thought as she paced around the room. She took in a staggering breath and thought of when she began loving him. However, she couldn't come up with a reasonable answer. Moreover, the revelation appalled her because she didn't know she would fall so fast for him, seeing as men had treated her awfully in the past. Though she was aware Jules wasn't like them because he had always been gentle with her. Janice understood he didn't feel the same way about her like she did. He hadn't even mentioned the word like, let alone love, to her. He treated her only like his wife. She knew he had wedded her because of the child on the way. She couldn't help but think he would feel the way she did. Janice sighed as she sat on the bed. The baby in her tummy kicked, and she winced, rubbing it. A soft rap sounded on her door, snapping her out of her reverie. Her eyes strayed to the young maid, Judith, who entered the room. “Your majesty.” Judith curtsied,
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