Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194: Love

Belle and Rohan toured the manor, and Belle was finally able to see every part of their new house. It had seven bed chambers and two libraries, and after they toured the manor, Rohan left her after saying he needed to speak with Rav.

By the time he came back, she had bathed, and unable to hold herself back from the exhaustion that still lingered in her bones, Belle fell asleep on the bed. Perhaps her body had not gotten all the rest she needed, and when Rohan returned to find her sleeping soundly, he did not disturb her and let her be while he went to look out the closed glass window to see the outside, where snow had covered most part of the ground and coaches were passing on the streets, carrying people.

He stood there for a long time, lost in thoughts with a suspended glass of blood wine Rav had given him in hand. His thoughts were mostly about how to keep his wife safe in this land without her getting entangled in any of the battle for the throne.

Though he wasn’t the rightful heir to the throne even when the late king was alive, because of the way he had been sired, Rohan had already set his mind on taking that seat when the late king had given orders to get him eliminated.

However, before he would make that attempt, he needed to make certain he wasn’t bringing harm to his woman in the process, which was why he needed a good plan before ever considering going back to Nightbrook. For now, he would lay low in this land and enjoy his free days with nothing to worry about and with no threat of the asylum or anything looming on him like a cloud.

And the first thing he planned to do was to make every day a memorable day for the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed behind him. Now he had nothing to hide from her. She knew many of his dark secrets—except perhaps one: that he loved her more than anything in this world. He had loved her even before he knew it was love.

His so-called parents had twisted the meaning of love to him when he was a naive little boy who looked up to them. They had made him believe that every little bit of their cruelty was because they loved him. And the worst part was that he had believed every little one of their twisted lies about loving him.

He hadn’t known the meaning of love until now. Until she showed him. Rohan turned away from the glass, winter-fogged window and walked back to his wife and sat himself at the bedside, watching her sleep on the bed.

Her both palms were clasped together, and she laid her ear against them on the soft pillow, breathing softly through her mouth as she seemed to have caught a cold and her nose had become stuffy. Her body wasn’t used to the winter, and he had made sure the fireplace was constantly filled with more logs of wood and the windows closed tight.

Her gold blonde hair was hidden inside the knitted winter cap he had made her wear this afternoon when he noticed how much she was sneezing, and her small button nose was slightly pink and her freckled cheeks were reddish. And though her cheeks weren’t as full as he remembered, she still looked adorable sleeping.

Unable to help himself, he reached his hand out and slowly caressed her cheeks with his fingers. This petite little woman had shown him what love truly was. Her actions alone were enough. She had gone through hellish experiences for his sake.

He had always thought humans to be fragile and weak, but his little bunny had proven him wrong. His Isabelle was not a weak woman.

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