My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 169

I stood before Sariel in front of his chamber. I was barefoot and wearing nothing but a shoulder-strapped silk nightgown. He scanned me from head to toe and grabbed my hand, intending to lead me into his room, but then he stopped before crossing the threshold.

"I have to close the curtains," he explained.

"No need," I smirked as I boldly opened the door myself.

His face betrayed shock, a similar expression I'd seen on Will. He stood in awe, watching me as I entered his sunlit room, confidently gliding towards the window. Once I fully exposed myself to the light, I turned around to face him. He chuckled, closed the door behind him, and slowly walked over to me. His smile widened the longer he looked at me. I could feel his relief. I could feel the tension that finally left his muscles, as he saw that the new life he had given me wasn't going to be a life I would live in the darkness.

"You've given me an amazing gift," I said, reaching out my hand toward him.

"I would have given anything to you." He captured my hand and kissed the top of my palm.

I glanced at him with a teasing grin. "Can I have you then?"

He pulled me closer and smirked, "You already have me, my Queen."

His last word wiped the smile off my face. "But I'm not the queen. I'm not even your legal wife," I corrected.

"Let's say that my marriage with Elora was annulled." He formed his lips into a wicked smirk.

I narrowed my eyes at him. He kissed my hand again and then led me to sit on his bed.

"Elora had never been pregnant. She faked her pregnancy and gave a false promise of giving birth to a perfect pureblood. She knew that the board of nobles was going to grant her lifelong protection if she did that. Of course, she knew that she could only fool everyone until I came back… That was why I was supposed to die on the battlefield so that she could keep pretending to be pregnant until she gained full control over the kingdom. However, the army of degenerates had been completely defeated, and with that, Elora's plan failed. She escaped from the Palace the day we won, doing exactly what I needed to officially accuse her of treason. Once it happened, our marriage ceased to exist," he said, gently rubbing my hand.

I smiled wryly, knowing that Elora was still out there somewhere, most likely planning some kind of revenge. Sariel must have been aware of it as well but didn't mind celebrating one victory before thinking of walking into another battle. I sat closer, leaning into him.

"You need to tell me how it all works… I have never been a vampire before, you know?" I muttered, sliding my arms around his waist.

He chuckled, "I can tell you how it is supposed to work for the commoner, but I'm quite certain it doesn't apply to you."

"Because the sun doesn't bother me?" I asked, leaning back to look into his eyes.

He grinned meanly. "Because you don't run around, devoured by bloodthirst, trying to suck everyone dry."

A cold shiver ran through my body. "Did you and Will expect me to behave like this?" I smiled nervously.

"Yes, quite much." Sariel nodded.

"Then it's a good thing that there are no humans here that I could suck dry." I let out an awkward laugh.

"Well… vampires don't necessarily need human blood. We prefer human blood because it tastes better and is much more nutritious, but a vampire can drink another vampire's blood… The only problem is that it rarely satisfies the hunger," he explained.

"So… as a commoner, I should become a bloodthirsty creature, running wild, and piercing my fangs into everything that moves?" Saying those words aloud left a weird aftertaste on my tongue.

Sariel locked his eyes on me. "Every newborn commoner goes insane right after waking up. They are dying of hunger," he said, suspiciously examining my reaction to his words.

My muscles tensed. I felt anxious not feeling the need to drink blood. It instantly made me feel that I was lacking something important…

I shifted, correcting my seat as if it had become uncomfortable. "Then… there must be something wrong with me…" I muttered, lowering my head.

Sariel lifted my chin, positioning me to look directly into his eyes. "There is nothing wrong with you," he assured, "you are perfect… I think you are much more like a noble in every possible way."

I knew he wanted to comfort me, but his words didn't make my restlessness go away. "I don't even have fangs…"

He burst out laughing.