Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Madness

"Do you think I am going mad again?" Rohan questioned Rav as he stood outside before the royal carriage waiting for them, while his wife was changing her dress.

After they had left the underground dungeon he was so familiar with, his wife had pulled him straight to the dining hall and began to force him into eating while ordering Rav to prepare his bath and attires.

Rohan had not spoken a word to her and let her serve him, and he ate every single meal passed to him without a word. He hated that she had seen him in such a state in that damned dungeon. He despised that he had found his way to it without even knowing how he had gotten there to begin with.

He was so angry with himself he wanted to kill someone, anybody, but the soft voice of his wife talking to him like nothing had changed snapped him back from the rage boiling inside him.

"Do you like the soup? It reminds me of the one I used to make in the Dawson house. One of these days I will make something for you. What do you think?" she had asked with a smile, like she had not just witnessed him go momentarily out of his mind.

She hadn’t screamed bloody madman in his face like he would have expected any lady to. In fact, she was being attentive to his food and things that took his exhausted head out of the fog clogging and turning it in a direction he recalled the doctor in the asylum yelling to him was madness.

He never believed himself to be mad, not once, but whenever he fell into such a state, it was like everything in him screamed madness. Tsk. He wouldn’t have fallen into it if he had just saved himself the trouble and killed Merchant, then lied to her that he had sent him home, Rohan thought. However, deep down, he knew he wouldn’t be able to deceive her like that.

He wished he could forget her face when they had climbed up out of the dungeon, her cheeks streaked with dirt and tears, her pretty gown ruined. She’d gazed at him in anxiousness, fear even, a look he never wanted to see again.

But now, she was gazing at him with that lovely shy smile of hers that reminded him of how beautiful she had been in bed with him.

His body warmed at the memory of her underneath him, how fine it had been to draw her back against his body when she fell asleep. He would have done more if they weren’t going out to a place he doubted he could stand if there were too many people.

But since he had done fine the last time they went to the banquet, he believed he would be fine this time too—as long as she stood by him with that lovely face and distracted his brain from the noise of people.

"I have a feeling your cooking would be awesome, Sweetheart," he had said with a face he believed was his normal, usual one.

"I will look forward to eating what you cook for me." He grinned, then resumed pushing down everything she fed him, just to keep her from getting worked up because of his unfortunate illness that always left him vulnerable and weakened in mind. This was one of those times he hated himself, and everything that made him who he was.

He was never the kind who harbored self-hate and loathing, but hell and damnation—he hated everything that made him. And if he didn’t care about scaring his wife away, he would have let out his rage on everyone around him just to soothe the feeling, he thought, as he tried to focus on his food.

He had always been a man who liked to eat anything as long as it was edible, and despite his current state, he’d been able to eat everything without looking like he was forcing it, perhaps to make her happy, and maybe even to help her erase the memory of him in that dungeon.

After their meal, and she had, to his astonishment, followed him to the chamber where he used the bath area to bathe, had said,

"After we come back from the hunt, I want you to move to my chamber... I will tell the servants to move your things there. I feel much more safe when I know you are beside me. Your presence seemed to wake me up faster when I go to the other world."

She had not waited to hear his answer on that suggestion to have him move to her chamber and left him to bathe. Despite himself, Rohan had chuckled in amusement.

"I hope you won’t regret that, little bunny," he’d muttered to himself.

She was inviting him to bed her every night, because after he had had a taste, nothing would stop him at night if they were to share a chamber.

However, a few minutes later, things shifted again. Rohan was slipping back into that terrifying mindlessness, feeling himself wading into a darkness he had no control over. It wasn’t until Rav’s voice reached him that he realized he had walked all the way to the carriage without being aware of it.

"How are you feeling now, my Lord?" Rav asked gently. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Do you think I’m going mad again?" Rohan inquired instead of answering, his eyes narrowing on Rav.

"I do not think you were mad to begin with. You are different, but not mad, my Lord," Rav answered with calm sincerity.

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