Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

That night, the delicate purple-eyed woman in a wedding dress sat on their bed as her husband observed her with a grin.
"So,” he drawled, his voice wicked and magnetic, “I can't see my wife's face even on my wedding night?"
"My lord has promised to fulfill my one wish," the woman commented, securing the veil that covered the lower half of her face with slightly trembling hands.
He stared into her mysterious rare purple eyes. "May I ask, why such a wish?"
She stared back at him. "My lord might not like to see ugly things.”
He smirked and stepped towards her. "I never had a liking towards pretty things."
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