Claimed by the Prince of Darkness novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Claim Made at Midnight

No amount of stress Ruelle had endured before could measure up to this moment. Her heart paused for the briefest moment, and the edges of her vision began to blur.

King Septimus had just finished speaking, Hermes standing at his side with his head bowed in quiet obedience. Ruelle’s eyes returned to where Lucian was and she realised this was a bad time.

Not here, her mind whispered in panic.

And when Lucian took a step toward her, she took a step back. It was small but he saw it. His gaze stilled before his eyes narrowed.

Ruelle swallowed. She hadn’t meant to step back. Her body had reacted before she could think. She noticed something shift behind his eyes and she knew she shouldn’t have.

She tried to think of how to fix it—when suddenly Edward stepped in front of her, blocking everyone behind him.

"What are you doing here? I’ve been waiting by the carriage this whole time—" He stopped mid-sentence, frowning. "And you were here?"

Ruelle hadn’t moved, her features frozen.

The prince didn’t think about it. He simply reached out, catching her hand and said, "Come, there’s much to be done," and he pulled her away before she could react.

And though Ruelle looked calm on the surface, internally she was freaking out.

Everything felt out of place, but it wasn’t the king that stayed with her. It was the look in Lucian’s eyes. She told herself she would speak to him later, when she returned to the room. The bidding was only tomorrow and—

"Quick. Get in," Edward said, standing next to the carriage.

Ruelle gathered her skirt and stepped. She barely had time to settle before Edward climbed in after her, shutting the door with a firm click. But the carriage did not move.

"Look," the prince whispered. She followed his line of sight and caught one of the royal carriages had already begun to move, rolling past the gates of Sexton. Soon another followed behind it after a few seconds.

"Father sure likes to keep an eye. Let them go ahead. We will have our time without being watched," Edward let out a breath as he muttered.

"I don’t know if this is a good idea," Ruelle muttered, remembering the last time he had been stabbed. She gave him a look and stated, "You’re worse than me."

Edward rolled his eyes with a soft huff. He said, "Don’t say that. I just wasn’t careful last time. This time, I’ve planned it properly, ha." After a pause, he added, "You looked terrified back there and I thought it will help you too. Father must have frightened you the last time you met him."

She could use some time away from King Septimus. It felt as though he followed without moving, present no matter where she turned. Then, as if something crossed her mind, she asked,

"Even if you lose him now, won’t he just find you again? With his abilities... like the mist?"

Edward laughed under his breath, clearly pleased with himself. He said,

"My mother gave me this," he said, lifting his hand and wiggling his fingers where a signet ring rested on his index finger with a black stone. He continued, "See it?" It wipes the trail of whoever wears it and people around it. Father won’t find me that easily. It was made by one of the first-generation witches," he leaned back saying it.

Ruelle’s gaze lingered on the ring. If his mother had needed something like that... she could only imagine what it had been like living under the king.

"Besides, I had a human woman and a male vampire take the other carriage. No one will question it," Edward added with a shrug.

"You put a lot of thought into it," Ruelle murmured and she received a grin from him.

Ruelle looked out through the window. The buildings of Sexton slipped behind the trees disappearing little by little until there was nothing left to see. Her hands tightened in her lap as she tried to steady her breathing. At some point along the way, she had begun to pray to not get into trouble.

They travelled for nearly an hour before the carriage slowed to a stop outside an inn. Edward reached into his coat and pulled out a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles, setting them carefully on the bridge of his nose. He asked her,

"Well? How do I look?"

"I can barely recognise you," Ruelle replied with a flat tone.

Edward ran a hand through his hair, pleased. "That good?" and he laughed.

Once they stepped inside the inn, Ruelle noticed it was empty. The air held a faint warmth, the kind that lingered even without a crowd. A man appeared almost at once, bowing quickly. The man then took their orders in a hurry before disappearing back inside, leaving them alone.

As Ruelle looked out the window, she heard Edward say,

"Don’t worry about my father right now... or anything else. Just—" he paused as if searching for the right words, "let these few hours be yours and mine. I want you to feel better."

"I am not worried," Ruelle lied.

Edward frowned and pointed, "You’ve sighed six times since we left Sexton."

She didn’t say anything for a moment before she said, "I’m surprised you know a place like this."

"Pfft, what do you take me for? Of course I know this place—and every other one. I—" he stopped when she gave him a look. "...Alright. I didn’t," he admitted, almost too quickly. "Hermes brought food from here once. He was eating it in the castle and it smelled incredible. So I wanted to see it for myself."

He then leaned forward slightly, and asking, "What about you? Do you have places you like to go to? Or... somewhere you’ve wanted to visit?"

"I don’t think I have one," Ruelle answered after a beat. "Before Sexton, I was always in the village my family lived in. Helping my family. But there were moments when my sister and I would run errands. And if we could, we’d stop to eat something on the way."

Edward’s brows drew together and he muttered, "That sounds... awful."

Ruelle let out a small laugh, replying, "It wasn’t that terrible."

"Hush, you don’t know anything," Edward frowned. At the same time, warm dishes were brought to the table one by one, the faint scent rising between them. He then went on, "I was going to take you back to the fair but I think I have a better place in mind. Though I doubt it matters much, if you’re there."

"Your Highness, are you trying to make me feel bad for refusing you?" Ruelle asked, her voice light.

"Why are you calling me that? It sounds like you’re speaking to my father," he stated, almost offended with a look of disbelief. He corrected,"Edward. Just Edward. And reject is a terrible choice of word. I still have hours to impress you."

Edward wore a confident grin, and he then gestured toward the table, already moving. He said, "Come on. At least let me try before you decide I’ve failed."

Soon, they began to eat. The food was rich and warm. Far better than anything she had tasted in a long while. But even after she was full, the table was still crowded with untouched dishes.

Edward leaned back in his chair, entirely satisfied. "Alright. Next place," he said lightly, pushing himself to his feet. He reached into his coat and dropped a small pouch into the innkeeper’s hands without a second glance.

"But... all of this?" she asked noticing the food.

Edward followed her gaze briefly before shrugging, unconcerned. "You’re full," he pointed out. "Unless you plan on falling ill halfway through the day."

"That’s not what I meant," she said. Without waiting for him, she turned toward the innkeeper and asked, "Could you pack these for us, please?"

Edward wore a mild look of confusion on his face and he asked, "What for? It is going to get cold. We can go always come back to eat here."

When the food was finally packed, Ruelle took the parcel from the innkeeper and stepped outside with Edward close behind. She adjusted her hold on it before glancing at him. She asked him, "Do you want to carry this?"

Edward let out a short laugh, almost as if the suggestion was ridiculous. He responded, "Why would I? I’ve never carried anything in my life. I’ll have the coachman take it."

Before he could reach for the parcel, she moved it away and replied, "No. You carry it."

There was a pause as Edward frowned. He looked like he was deciding whether to argue or not. But then with a huff, he took it from her hands.

"Is this you saying you will make me carry things? What is this little parcel going to do? I am much stronger."

Ruelle only smiled faintly and suggested, "What do you think of a walk?"

Five minutes later, they were walking side by side through the quieter streets of town. The cold had driven most people indoors. Shop doors were half-shut, windows fogged, and only the occasional passerby crossed their path.

Ruelle slowed after a while, looking ahead. She reached out to tug on Edward’s sleeve and said,

"There," jerking her head toward something down the street.

Edward followed her gaze and caught sight of two children playing by the side of the street. Their coats hung loose on them, worn thin and patched over so many times the original fabric was hard to recognise. He watched them for a moment before speaking,

"You want children?"

Ruelle coughed lightly, the question catching her by surprise. She looked down at his hand and instructed,

"Go on. Give it to them." Noticing the look of uncertainty flicker across his face, she asked, "Are you afraid?"

"Who? Me?" Edward gave a short, offended laugh. "They’re barely taller than your shoulder."

With those words, he walked towards them. But his footsteps slowed as he reached their side, suddenly unsure what to do with himself. For a moment, he simply stood there. Then, clearing his throat, he held it out.

The children took it hesitantly and bowed. Edward gave a stiff nod, his ears tinging faintly pink before he turned and made his way back. When he reached her side again, he fixed his expression and remarked,

"You know, I could have had Hermes do that. Or one of the guards."

"But doesn’t it feel... nicer?" Ruelle asked looking at him. "When you do it yourself."

Edward glanced back over his shoulder, watching the children open the parcel, their hands moving quickly, as if afraid it might be taken away.

Then, almost under his breath, he said, "...a little, perhaps."

Ruelle stepped back, already turning away but her shoe slipped against the hardened snow ground. A small gasp escaped her before she could steady herself, but Edward caught her at once, his hand firm around her arm.

Edward looked down at her, a grin slowly forming, "At this rate, I think my charm has something to do with it."

"Those are my weak ankles," Ruelle gave him a small glare.

Edward looked at her for a moment longer before he began, almost thoughtfully, "You know...most people would be quite pleased with this situation. But you look troubled."

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