Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71: The banquet_Part 2

When they got to the castle, Belle was amazed by how grand the exterior was and how bright it was compared to the other castle. There were a few carriages outside, and the light that poured out of the castle made it obvious that an event was happening within the grand, beautiful walls that were nothing less than a castle from a fantasy book. But Belle couldn’t admire it for long, to her despair, because of the challenge that awaited her inside it.

She liked more than anyone to be in her comfort, simple zone, but circumstances were beginning to push her out of that beautiful, comfortable zone, which she totally wasn’t looking forward to. Her husband looked relaxed and calm, like the world could burn and he wouldn’t blink nor sweat. On the other hand, she was a nervous wreck with a sweaty back and palms, but thanks to the gloves she wore, it was hidden. freēwēbnovel.com

They walked into the castle with her arm hooked around her husband’s bent elbow, where he kept telling her to calm her heartbeat, and she was trying to calm. They walked at a slow pace, and to her astonishment, the long, brightened corridor that led to a huge double-opened door at the end, where slow music poured out—its walls held portraits of past royals on their high thrones with their queens.

Instead of focusing on her anxiety, she began to look at the portraits on the walls that lined up the long walls. They were placed according to the time period of the rulers, and the manner of the dressing was each different and designed according to the era.

The wall was painted in gold, with the high chandelier and wall lamps illuminating each portrait. Belle found herself counting down to when she would reach the period of the boy who had lived in her chamber and also her husband’s parents. She didn’t find the other one, but she found the latter according to the period that was known to many in Aragonia.

Rohan’s parents, with its time period below it. She wouldn’t have even known it was them if she didn’t know the time period, because to her dismay, none of them looked like Rohan. They both had deep red eyes, and one thing she was quick to notice was the fact that they looked kind, with a soft smile on their faces. Their expressions looked so humanlike, unlike the arrogant nature known of the night creatures.

She slowed down her pace to a stop to look at it, and in the process, her arm slipped away from where it was hooked on her husband’s. He was also forced to stop in front of a portrait of the people he did not want to see. When his eyes rose to the couple on the throne, they were dark and blank, with no emotions in them.

Belle moved closer to the huge portrait that was left on display as if to show respect to the deceased past rulers. The woman in the portrait had long black hair, and the man had a dusky, sand-brown hair that was long and smooth. Both had pale skin and a welcoming demeanor that varied from that of their son.

Now that she thought of it, Rohan had not kept any portraits of them or anyone in the other castle. Though she had heard about how many people said he had killed them cold-bloodedly, she couldn’t completely believe it, and seeing their portraits now made it all the more unbelievable to her.

Rohan wasn’t that bad. How could he have killed these nice-looking people who so happened to birth him? How could someone who had so painstakingly gently taken care of her when she was sick kill his parents? If he was heartless and uncaring, he would not have bothered about her and let her suffer or even die from the fever. She refused, no matter what anyone said, that her husband was a cold-blooded mad killer.

"What do you think about your late in-laws, little bunny?" came his detached deep voice from the side that made her tear her eyes away from the portrait to look at him. He was also staring at the portrait, but his face displayed nothing.

"Your mother is beautiful. She looks kind, and so does the king," she told him exactly what she thought about them, and to her surprise, he chuckled humorlessly and clicked his tongue.

"They are kind indeed. Do you always judge people based on their outer appearance, Isa?" he asked without looking at her, that smile still lingering on his lips.

Belle pursed her lips. She had always considered herself a good judge of character based on what that person looks like. Perhaps that was not how it should be done, but she had always done it that way and sometimes got it right. From what she saw, the couple in the portrait looked like nice people.

"I can tell a bad character and a good one from what they look like," she told him, and he looked away from the portrait to her, his eyes narrowing slightly.

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