When she was first brought to the castle and was being led here, she had thought the chamber she would be given would be an airless attic as it was on the top floor where the chambers there were meant to be storage, but she had been surprised that the chamber was beautiful. One thing she had noticed was that it had been newly refurbished, which meant in the past it could have belonged to a servant because none of the royals would have been put up here.
She couldn’t help but wonder who had lived in this room in the past and hid the letter in that hole...
That night, Belle could not sleep. She stayed awake, unable to forget the words in the letter nor the scars on Rohan’s back. Could there be a history about that letter? Should she ask her husband? Belle scoffed at the idea of asking Rohan. He didn’t seem like someone who would answer her curious questions about some servant who had stayed in this room in the past. He would probably look at her blankly because he had no idea who had lived in here before.
One of the things she knew about her husband was that he didn’t seem to care about those lower than him. But then, she had nothing to lose by asking him, did she? You will earn yourself a punishment, a little voice whispered in her head, causing her to roll her eyes. She wasn’t ready to get another punishment in the rain.
Sleep that night was impossible because Belle’s head was a whirlwind of thoughts. From wondering about her husband’s scar to the letter and the cloaked figure, then, to her surprise, her thoughts drifted back to his words about their wedding night not being done. She spent half the night wondering if he would come back and make it complete, properly this time. She only fell asleep at dawn and was soon awakened by Farrah.
That morning, she found herself asking yet again about her husband from Farrah and was told he wasn’t back yet. A disappointed sigh left her lips. Shouldn’t she be happy that he was gone? Why did she keep asking about him? It surprised and angered her that she was looking forward to him sending for her to come down for breakfast or for him to come into her chamber.
"Is my lady missing his lordship?" came Farrah’s voice, laced with a teasing smile that made Belle snap out of her thoughts. "You’ve been asking about him since yesterday."
Miss him? Absolutely not. She did not miss him. She only wanted answers to her questions—nothing more, Belle told herself with great conviction.
"It’s natural for a wife to ask about her husband," she replied evenly as Farrah tied the laces of her corset. Still, she found herself needing to repeat the thought, to make it sound more convincing: she did not miss that devil. He could stay wherever he was for all she cared. She just needed her questions answered—nothing else.
"My lady," Farrah began again, her voice lighter, "I heard the head maid, Gwen, talking about picking up your dress for the upcoming banquet at the royal castle." she said, referring to the vampire servant. "Are you excited to meet the royals? It is the day after tomorrow," she added, her tone filled with a tinge of envy.
Not everyone was fortunate enough to meet the royal vampires in Nightbrook, and Farrah would have given anything to see them, as she’d heard the princes were some of the most handsome men in the land, and the princesses had divine beauty.
Belle, who had completely forgotten about the banquet she had agreed just a few days ago to attend, was momentarily taken aback. "The banquet..." She was not prepared for it, nor was she looking forward to mingling with other vampires. What had even possessed her into agreeing to go that day? She knew she was to mingle with the night creatures as instructed by her father, but then the thought of it was overwhelming her now. It had come so soon.
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