Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70: The banquet_Part 1

The freckles he found beautiful and fascinatingly unique were all covered up and dusted with powder. Even her front bangs were pulled and held back with pins to show her face. His bunny was hidden, and he didn’t like it. But then, he thought about how if she went to the ball looking like how he was used to and he liked, many of the guests—especially his cousin who had begun to suspect after seeing her scar—would find a reason to make the king suspicious of the switch the human had done of the bride.

Now that he knew she couldn’t be compelled, he didn’t want to take any risk that would bring her to the attention of the king or any other vampire. She would be killed immediately if it were to be known that she couldn’t be compelled, because no fool would leave a human in Nightbrook who could walk out of the borders without being compelled.

The vampire world would have come to an end a long time ago had they let people walk in and out of Nightbrook with information. Rohan did not give a fuck about the vampires or anyone else, all he knew was that he wouldn’t let any bad attention befall on this woman he had taken as his.

Thus, he overlooked the work done to her face and simply stretched his hand out to Rav, who quietly handed him a red, thick fur cloak. He walked to his wife who had stopped just a few feet away from him and, without saying a word, draped the red cloak around her small shoulder and swiftly fastened it at the front.

Belle was enveloped in a warm, soft fabric, with its fur teasing her neck. It smelled like rose and lavender, and it was so soft she couldn’t resist raising her hand to touch the fur at the sides as her husband fixed and fastened the red lace at the front. No doubt it was an expensive cloak, just like her dress. Her heart skipped a beat within her ribs. She looked up at him, and then he spoke without looking at her, his deep pink lips barely moving.

"We don’t know when we will leave the castle. It gets cold at midnight," he mused tonelessly, and then he stepped back from her and walked away to the carriage without offering his hand like a gentleman would to a lady, causing Belle’s shoulder to slightly drop in disappointment that he didn’t compliment her nor act like there had been any significant changes in her after draping the cloak around her body.

She was used to not having compliments from men, but then she had hoped that because the maids found her beautiful, he would too. Farrah had said men like beautiful women. It seemed she had looked forward to his reaction for nothing, because apart from the fact that he looked her up and down, he showed no expression on his dead face, not even his usual amusement.

As he walked to the carriage and stood by the door, she couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked in his formal suit and coat that stopped just above his knees. His deep blue hair was swept back and smoothed just like when he came to Aragonia to marry her. His honey skin seemingly glistening under the twilight sky. ƒreewebɳovel.com

When she got to the carriage, he held his gloved hand out for her to climb in, which made her heart miss a beat as she had not thought he would help her in. She placed her hand into his large one that clasped around hers, sending a jolt of awareness to her already warm body, and made her eyes trembled.

Rohan did not let go of her hand even when they got into the carriage. He held it tightly in his and kept it on his lap, where their fingers were interlocked. The seat of the carriage was long and spacious, but just like when they were riding back to Nightbrook from Aragonia, her husband sat so close to her that the layers of her big gown spilled over one of his thighs.

Without a word, he leaned back and closed his eyes as if to relax, and Belle did not even realize that the carriage had begun to move because she was staring at his serene, handsome profile. Occasionally, his gloved fingers moved over the back of her hand and made her stomach clench and flip.

The road to the castle was so deserted that Belle did not see another carriage in sight, and true to Rohan’s words, the weather was getting colder as the sky began to darken. Each breath she took came with a cold fog. They passed by small towns that she knew could only be the human towns Farrah had talked about.

Belle was still staring out the window when Rohan’s deep, husky voice came from the side. "You remember what I told you, don’t you?"

Frowning, she turned to look at him where his eyes were still closed in that relaxed manner. Rohan had told her many things that she didn’t know which of them he was referring to now. Then, as if reading her confusion, he continued to speak.

"If anyone looks you in the eyes and tries to compel you, you are to act according to what they say and pretend it works," he informed with a lazy voice as he tightened his grip on her hand when she didn’t reply.

"Why would anyone try to compel me?" Belle questioned quietly when she realized he was waiting for her answer. Wasn’t it agreed that no vampire would harm her here in Nightbrook? Why would they compel her?

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