Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51: "What the f**king hell did you do to her?"

The next morning, a faint sun peeked through the thick clouds over Nightbrook, but it was quickly swallowed by the gloom. A cloaked figure entered the castle, moving swiftly through its shadowed corridors until he came across Rav, who approached to greet him and take his coat and cloak to clean and hang.

"Send them to prepare the breakfast and set the table. What about my wife? Is she awake yet?" came Rohan’s voice as he moved his cloak hood from his head to reveal his handsome face with little smudges of red at the side of his mouth that was no doubt blood from his night of feeding. He was a vampire who was never content with merely drinking his blood from cups like the others. To function without going rampant—being the type who wouldn’t hesitate to feed on any creature, human or vampire alike—he required a full meal.

"I have sent the servants to go and get her ready for breakfast, my Lord. And your bath is set as well," Rav replied with a curt nod without asking where his Lordship had gone to feed or what was the business he went to take care of last night.

Rohan nodded as he shrugged off his gray cloak and placed it on Rav’s shoulder. "Mhmm, have you checked the day Scot plans to buy the slaves?" he asked grimly. No matter what he did, he couldn’t forget the plant he had lost yesterday, and he needed someone to pay for his loss, his cousin’s family.

Rav nodded his head. "Yes, my Lord, I looked into it last night. He has made the advance payment two days ago and scheduled to pack them in the next four days. I heard he spent half his fortune on it as he hoped to profit from it in the future, and the Garth family, I heard, are already boasting about it to the public."

Rohan’s lips curled into a sinister smirk. "Let them enjoy their illusion of wealth," he said. "Soon, they’ll realize that fortune means nothing when they’re left with nothing but dust and despair. Prepare the concoction for me," he said and then walked away, his black boots clicking softly against the marble as he used his fingers to massage his temple.

He was having one of his terrible headaches that would only go away after he took the concoction given to him in the asylum. He would never take it if it didn’t help with his headache that felt like pins were being driven into his brain when he stayed too long around noise.

Last night, he’d been exposed to too much noise to make himself get used to it before the day of the banquet. He wouldn’t give anyone a reason to think him mad and incompetent. And to avoid stabbing his father’s brother, the current king, in the eyes, he needed to put so much effort into his control when he would be there since his little bunny had subjected him to attending.

Rohan needed to clean himself before his wife would be brought down for breakfast. He had not meant to miss having dinner with her or going to her chamber for their next lesson, not to mention how he needed to feed more to quench his thirst so he wouldn’t end up frightening her with his hunger.

When Rohan finished bathing and changed, he had expected to come down and find his wife in the dining hall, but just like yesterday morning, she wasn’t there, and the food had been set for them. His jaw worked as he turned around to call for Rav, who immediately came hurrying to him.

"Where is she?" he demanded impatiently.

"My Lord, I was just speaking to Farrah, her handmaid. She said the lady is sick and won’t be able to come down to eat with you," Rav reported with his head down as he did not know how Rohan would react to this news. He had not seen for himself that she was sick, but then it could be that the lady did not want to be around his master after what he did to her yesterday.

Rav raised his head when he heard Rohan chuckle humorlessly and saw that he seemed to also think the lady was trying to avoid him.

"Tsk, it seems my bunny likes to be punished every morning before she will come down to eat with me," he said with a sigh and a dark mirth shining in his soulless eyes. Yesterday morning, she had refused to come down because he had burned her dresses and got her new ones; now, she wouldn’t come because he had lied to her about the ring outside to lift her spirit. Well, then, perhaps he should make up for last night’s absence this morning as her punishment. He smirked, and then looking at Rav, he said,

"I will go and get her myself. Make sure you keep the food warm; we will take some time to get down." Saying this, he made his way out of the hall and to the foyer before he climbed the stairs, already imagining what he would do to her as a punishment. He hated it when people defied him, but surprisingly, he did not hate that his bunny was doing that because he knew the more she defied, the more it would lead to a situation he liked far too well.

When Rohan got to her chamber’s door, he found it ajar and could hear little murmurings in the room before he opened the door completely. He had, for some reason, expected to find his wife sitting on the chair or even being dressed like yesterday morning as she spoke to the human maid, but he wasn’t prepared for what he saw.

Two of the maids stood at the side of the bed, trying to cover the shivering figure on it, while one of them knelt before the fireplace, adding more logs to the roaring flame to keep the chamber warm—or hot, because it was already cooking hot in the space.

"What’s going on in here?" he demanded with a displeased frown as he walked forward to the bed without waiting for their reply and pushed Farrah away to see his shivering wife under many layers of thick sheets that covered even her head. Angry veins popped on Rohan’s forehead at the thought that they wanted to kill her in the heat and under so many layers of sheets.

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