Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: The wolf’s den_Part 1

The study room was large and illuminated with the ashen natural light that came from one of the open French windows, where the thick red drapes were slightly pulled apart. The study was once used by the late king when the castle was still a royal one, and unlike the many halls of the castle, the study still held its regal grace and decorations.

On one side of the walls was a large bookshelf that reached from the high ceiling to the floor, and on the other wall, shelves were filled with expensive treasures collected through time, from fragile porcelain bowls to gold statues. The fireplace burned and sparked carefully. Beside it was a deep red plush wingback chair, where Rohan sat nonchalantly leaned back and his left ankle crossed over his right knee, his elbow propped on the armchair as he inhaled the cigar between his gloved fingers and blew out the smoke through his full red lips, while he tried his best to pay attention to what was being said in the study and give a good judgment as the Lord of Nightbrook.

Keeping track of a conversation that involved more than one person when he wasn’t leading it and was merely meant to listen had always been a bit of a challenge that would lead to unleash an intense urge to shut them up forever. He would rather not waste his time in general with people and their blabbering nonsense, but he knew more than anyone that he had to act like a lord now, or he would be back in the asylum labeled as a madman again. Thus, he was forced to be here.

Three of the council members sat across from him, including Lord Edmond, and because he could not focus on a conversation when more than one person talked at the same time, he had ordered the two other council members to remain silent and invisible at the shadowed side so he could pretend he was only talking to one person about the case they had brought upon him.

In the middle of the study was the butler of Lord Edmond’s house, kneeling and trembling as Edmond had not given him the chance to swear his innocence to Rohan, who had told them they were to talk one at a time or be gone from his castle with their case.

Rohan blew out a ring of smoke as he regarded the butler, who was a middle-aged turned vampire with strands of gray hair sprouting amidst his bowed head of thinning black hair. His light red eyes were downcast, with healing bruises on his arms and face that were probably caused by Edmond before bringing him here. Being a turned vampire, his bruises would not heal fast enough, and though he looked pitiful, Rohan did not pity him, even though he wanted to, he did not have it in him to pity, for being his scapegoat for last night.

Tilting his head to the side, where his dark eyes regarded the man, he said, "Speak. Is what your master says true?"

The vampire butler shook his head. "I-I swear on my life, my Lord, I did not drink from the servants in my master’s house. I always go into the forest to hunt for my meals and never take from anyone... I would never have killed Elliot..." he cried out pleadingly, but a kick from Lord Edmond made him stumble over and hit his head against the table where Rohan was carefully dusting his cigar ash.

Liking the cruelty more than he should and knowing more than anyone that the middle-aged turned vampire butler was innocent, Rohan leaned his head on his propped-up hand and gave Edmond permission to speak as well with a flick of his finger. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

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