Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Nightmare_The Death Date_Part 2

After their breakfast, Rohan led Belle to one of the empty chambers he had transformed into a painting room. He had stocked it with several canvases and various art supplies that lined the shelves along the wall. Once inside, Belle took in her surroundings and noticed how he had arranged a comfortable-looking couch with soft cushions. In front of the couch, a canvas was set on its stand, and behind it, the large window had been opened, with the red drapes pulled aside and hanging from the curtain rods to let the natural light and sunlight stream in.

She was still taking in the room while Rohan walked toward the shelf to gather brushes when a knock came at the door. Before she could turn to answer it, Rohan had already reached it and opened it. She heard him exchange a few quiet words with someone she suspected was Rav. Then, Rohan turned his head toward her and said,

"Make yourself comfortable on the couch. I need to attend to something real quick—I’ll be back in a moment." He smiled at her, and she nodded for him to go ahead before he stepped out, closing the door softly behind him.

She couldn’t help but wonder what Rav had come to whisper to him.

Not thinking too much about it, she turned her attention back to the room, taking in a few more canvases he had already painted and set in a neat line against the far end of the spacious room’s wall. She walked toward them to study and admire his work, a smile gracing her lips as she recognized the image he had captured on one of the canvases.

He had painted, quite accurately, a picture of the day they had gone to that fair on her birthday, where she was crouched down before a group of little boys, laughing at them as they told her silly stories—no doubt tales they had made up on the spot. His brushstrokes were perfect, and it almost looked like a living moment—the colors, the sky, even the stalls and the people were all captured in the picture with astonishing detail.

She ran her fingers gently over the brushstrokes and images. Such talent was rare to come across, especially in someone who had never been formally taught. The painting would look beautiful hung in the halls, Belle thought to herself with pride at the idea of showing off what her husband had done. She would ask him later if it would be all right to display it publicly.

The next canvas was another painting of her, but this time it was an image of her holding a glowing, flowing lantern, its golden hue illuminating her face and her wide smile. He had made her look beautiful in the painting, she thought—almost unbelievably so. She couldn’t imagine she looked that pretty if not for how his talented fingers had captured her.

It amazed her how he had caught every single detail, even the light reflecting in her hazel eyes made the scene feel alive. The smile, the delicate embroidery on her dress, the soft fur lining her coat, everything was there, painted with careful affection.

When she moved to the last canvas, after looking at three more that were also paintings of her, she was finally relieved that he had at least painted other subjects besides her. She studied this particular painting without feeling the awkwardness that came from constantly seeing herself as the muse. However, it was one of his strange pieces, one that required quiet studying and deep concentration.

It showed what appeared to be a doorway, bright light spilling inward and casting a tall figure into shadow. The silhouette stood still in the center of the light, with broad shoulders that resembled Rohan’s, but this one had long hair cascading down to his shoulders.

There was no face, only deep, shadowed strokes where a face should be, and the brushwork was chaotic, as if something was deliberately being hidden.

She leaned closer, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the darker layers. And that was when she noticed it, barely visible at first.

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