Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: The painting

They walked to the end of the corridor, and finally, the creature came to a halt in front of a door. It must have been locked, because Belle watched, wide-eyed, as he raised his hand—and to her astonishment, his index finger morphed into a key. Without a word, he inserted it into the keyhole and turned. A clicking sound followed, and the door creaked open.

"What else can you do?" Belle asked, her voice laced with curiosity, as the creature turned his head to glance at her.

He grunted in response and stepped inside, not bothering to wait for her to recover from her surprise.

Belle pulled herself together and followed him into the room. For some reason, she had expected to see the so-called "mini theater" Cordelia mentioned, imagining a place where Rohan’s women might have performed for his entertainment. But what she found instead stopped her in her tracks.

"I think you brought me to the wrong chamber, Kuhn," Belle murmured softly.

She looked around the wide, spacious room—and to her surprise, there was no bed, no stage, no lavish setup for indulgence. Instead, it was filled with canvases, painting equipment, and brushes arranged on a long tray on the ground.

Two big windows let in the twilight light, with no drapes to block it. The light poured into the room, casting a soft glow on the many covered canvases. The ones that weren’t covered were turned toward the windows, almost as though they were works in progress, and Belle’s curiosity was piqued about what was being painted on them, even though she didn’t know whose art chamber Kuhn had brought her to.

She walked towards the first canvas closer to her and gently pulled up the cover to peek at the painting. She gasped and then pulled away the covers completely to admire the work of art captured on the canvas.

It was a painting of a beautiful lake, its water blue and clear—clear enough that the fishes swimming underneath it were captured on the canvas.

However, while the lake in the painting was clear and beautiful, the trees around it were dead and dark and the sky gloomy, making it look mismatched with the beautiful lake. It was like the painter was trying to express something only he could understand.

Belle stroked her fingers around the work, feeling the coarse roughness of the painting.

"Who painted this?" she asked Kuhn, who stood behind her, but the creature grunted as expected.

Belle moved to another canvas and opened the cover, and in this, she found an image that needed one to study before understanding it because it was painted in darker colors—strokes of grays and black and a bit of brown.

When she finally understood it, she couldn’t unsee what was painted. It was a little kid—whether girl or boy—standing on a tower, looking down as if about to jump from it. It gave off a melancholic air, and she brought her fingers up to stroke it. Only when she touched this canvas, her mind and head were invaded with sudden flashes of memories.

A boy standing on a tower, looking down at it, and then before she knew it, the boy had jumped. Belle quickly withdrew her hand with a startled cry and turned to Kuhn, who had now walked away from behind her to stand before another canvas.

Belle couldn’t put a finger on what had just happened. It seemed like she had been inside the painting for a moment and then back out again, and the experience almost seemed unreal, like she had imagined it.

"Loo..."

She heard Kuhn make the sound like he was about to tell her to come and look at another painting. Turning away from the previous canvas with the strange painting, she walked to where Kuhn stood in front of one of the opened canvases facing the window.

The painting was so inappropriate, so accurate to what had happened that night when Rohan told her to remove her dress—only a few fantasies were added to the details, like the way she lay there—that Belle quickly tried to hide the painting from the creature but instead ended up knocking it off, and it fell back against one of the can of paints. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

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