Lich Boyfriend (special preview)

“People don’t usually wear chains unless they’ve done something bad,” I retort. “And I highly doubt you were a slave, being lord and ruler and all that bullshit.”

“Astute, aren’t you?” Theodred smirks. He taps his fingertips to his jaw and teeth. “You would be correct in that. I have done many foul things in the name of conquest.” He lowers his arms to his sides. 

“I still have no answered all your questions,” Theodred whispers. “And that is what I will do now.” He taps his index finger to his mouth. “I will continue my work.”

“But will it haunt me?” I insist. “Will this follow me to my grave? Will I carry guilt heavily upon me?”

“Guilt and the grave,” he scoffs and looks around, noticing all the tombstones surrounding him. His eyes then cast upwards and he gazes at the cross and the steeple. 

“What divine comedy is this? What the hell has happened?” He snaps.

“Don’t change the subject,” I snap at Theodred.

“A church!” Theodred scoffs. “On my lands?” He clasps his head between his hands. “Oh Balafelamona, was your joke not cruel enough already?”

“Shut up!” I roar at him.

Theodred gasps and turns towards me, emeralds in his eyes alight from within. 

“Tell me your motives! Now!” I snarl. “Or I will spend my life trying to send you back into your grave!”

Theodred stiffens and stands erect. It only just dawns on me now that he stands at least eight feet tall. He takes a step towards me, his first outside the tomb. 

“You have a lot of vigor,” Theodred whispers. “I like that.”

“Answer the question,” I snarl through gnashed teeth. 

He tilts his head to the side. “I plan to take this world and make it mine,” he replies. “What is it now? What do you call this place.”

You glare at him. “The Ruby Empire has enough people wanting to take it over and rule it.”

Theodred seems offended. “RUBY Empire?” He balks and turns to me. “Is that really what it is called?”

“Yes, and it does not need you in it,” I reply. “So it would be best if you just left it.”

“Idle threats do not worry me,” Theodred growls. “You are just a woman. Powerful for a human but nowhere near me or the welp who shoved me into that tomb.” He juts his arm backwards, pointing inside the crypt. 

“How would you ever propose fighting me? Hm?” He leans down, getting into my face. “With your good looks? Perhaps.”

For some reason I am taken aback by his comment. I clam up and shake my head as my cheeks start to burn. 

“You could marry me,” Theodred replies. “It would be two birds with one stone!” He gasps, almost laughing. “It would repay my debt to you as well as keep me in shackles!” He throws his head back and laughs, slapping his knee as he does.