Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Burned dresses

Staring at the window, Belle recalled the ring Rohan had tossed out of it, and she clenched her fists. She would get it back, Belle decided. Thankfully, he had not tossed it into the fireplace that was now dimmed, and the logs had turned to ashes, or she would not have the chance of getting it back.

He had no regard for her family or Jamie, but she did. To her, whatever her parents had done was all because of what had happened years ago, and if she managed to succeed in this mission and make them proud, they might find it in their hearts to accept her again, just like when she was little before that incident. Thus, she would need to make sure she left this land with herself intact and her resolve still there.

But first things first, she needed to get that ring back. Belle hurried into the bath area, and without waiting for hot water or the maids, she took her bath herself as she was used to it. In fact, she would be quite uncomfortable if the maids were to bathe her now; the last time she had been bathed was in her childhood. She did not bother about the cold as she washed her body and hair to remove every trace of what had happened last night so she wouldn’t think or feel his lingering touch that set an unknown feeling into her stomach and the part his fingers had gone into.

She cursed him every time the place throbbed at the mere thought of it, so she decided not to think of it again if she could help it.

Done with her bath, Belle wiped her body with the clean folded linens on the side stool close to the wooden brown tub. She then proceeded to wear one from the four of her chemises she had hung by the bath side last night. She walked into the chamber and opened the door to her dressing room to take the dress she would wear but froze and blinked in disbelief. Hadn’t she unpacked her own trunks herself last night when the maids brought them in? She asked herself, and as the memory of her doing that task flashed in her mind, she asked herself again—then where in the Lord’s name were they?!

The dressing room, where she had carefully hung her dresses on the hanging pegs last night, was now empty, with nothing in it. Where could her attires have disappeared to? She wondered. However, she did not need to wonder about it for too long before she heard a knock on her door and went to open it without thinking.

She froze yet again at who was at the door. Yes, she had expected a maid who must have come in to take her things without informing her to come and explain or return them, but she had not expected all the human servants she had seen yesterday, including a vampire servant who stood at the front of the rest, to be at the door. In each of their hands were folded various colors of dresses and well-decorated boxes she didn’t have to open to see that they were jewelry and accessories. She frowned in displeasure.

The human servants had their heads bowed down, but the vampire, whose light red eyes met hers equally, spoke with a politeness Belle knew could not be genuine, for the vampires were known to look down on humans, regardless if they were turned or normal vampires.

"Good morning, my lady. We are here to set your dressing room and also help you to dress for breakfast. His lordship would like to eat with you in the hall," said the vampire girl at the front with light brown hair that was let down over her shoulders and was framing her beautiful heart-shaped face. She had on a polite face, but Belle had learned not to trust these vampires who gave off a polite persona just like her husband, who claimed to be kind but was anything but that!

However, that was not her main concern now, as she knew she would try to avoid any vampire as much as possible, but the fact that Rohan wanted her to come down and eat breakfast with him. Since when did vampires eat breakfast? He had not eaten on their journey here and had only taken a piece from the snacks in her hand, and from what she learned in Aragonia, vampires don’t need food as much as humans. As long as they have blood, they would survive—unless he planned to feed her and then have her blood for his breakfast.

That thought made her stomach twist in nervousness, and she gulped down her rising panic to demand, "Where are my dresses? The ones I brought with me from Aragonia?" She added when the vampire at the front showed her the dresses they brought but then understood and said,

"His lordship had burned them to make fire in the dining hall to keep the castle warm for you, my lady." The maid relayed exactly what his lordship had said when he ordered them to go into her chamber and bring him every piece of clothing and item she brought with her from Aragonia, including the trunks. He had said the castle would be too cold for his human wife, so she needed warmth, and since there was nothing to use to start the fire—well, there were many things—her unworthy clothes were a good fire builder.

He had sat on his heels, carefully placing the clothes into the fireplace before lighting them on fire, a smile playing on his lips as he hummed a toneless tune to himself. Many had been swayed by his smile, but if only they knew—Rohan’s smile was not something one could use to gauge his mood or character. And while he seemed to care enough for the bride, whom everyone had expected to find dead this morning, appearances could be deceiving. They had all heard terrible things about him, yet the human servants outside the door were beginning to believe he might not be as bad as the rumors suggested.

Belle had thought she was incapable of feeling anything but fear towards her vampire husband, but she was angry, and her fingers clenched into the mahogany wooden door as she gritted to the servants, "I will not wear these clothes. They are not mine, and neither will I go down for breakfast. Tell him that." Saying this, she slammed the door and locked it, then marched to her bed and threw herself on it in anger.

Most of her dresses were made in Mr. Marchant’s shop, and though she paid for them even though he refused payment, she wore them with pride and pretended they were a gift of love from him. Most of the dresses might not have been new and in season, but she still believed he had no right to burn them like rags!

And another thing that made her furious was the fact that, hidden inside her trunk, beneath the soft fabric sewn into it, her mother had concealed all the items she was meant to use for her mission—to uncover their weaknesses under the human king’s orders. She had a bottle of holy water, some garlic, and a small stake that humans suspected might be capable of killing these night creatures and needed her to test.

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