Claimed by the Prince of Darkness novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Help The Horse

When they finally arrived at the nearby town, they noticed a fair was set up at the centre of it. Somewhere farther ahead, a fiddler played a cheerful tune that was repeatedly swallowed by the chatter and laughter of the people.

Mrs. Belmont released a long breath, grateful to finally stop walking as her injured foot had been throbbing several minutes ago. She thanked,

"It is fortunate you were with us, Mr. Slater."

"Of course. We certainly cannot have our bride’s family arriving with crutches," Dane replied with a polite smile as the corners of his eyes crinkled.

Mrs. Belmont gave a weak smile while Dane turned his attention towards the rows of stalls where people moved. The pureblooded vampire then suggested,

"I’ll find the town physician. In the meantime, why don’t you and Miss Belmont rest somewhere inside the fair? With everything that happened yesterday, I think it is better to stay among the people than standing here alone. I will come find you."

"Okay. I could use some rest now." Mrs Belmont nodded before slowly pushing herself away from the tree. Caroline immediately moved beside her, allowing her mother to lean lightly against her shoulder as they started towards the fair. She then murmured to her daughter, "Caroline, we need to send word to Aunt Imogen. She must hear about your father from us before rumours reach her."

"I understand, Mother," as the pair walked.

Dane remained where he was, and he murmured, "People become wonderfully cooperative after funerals," the pleasant smile lingering on his face for another second before fading altogether.

His thoughts wandered back to the courthouse before they had left from there.

After leaving Minister Sylvan’s chambers, Dane had taken a small detour before returning to the carriage. When he had reached at the back of the carriage, he heard Caroline’s voice,

"Why aren’t you questioning what just happened? You saw it too, didn’t you? You heard what the woman said. How is that possible?"

"Lower your voice, Caroline! Do you understand the situation your father has left us in?"

When Mrs. Belmont spoke this time, her voice was quieter.

"Of course I’m curious... Especially when your father’s death had already been concluded as the work of a witch." A dull thud sounded from inside the carriage, as though someone’s hand had struck the wooden seat between them. "We need the Slaters’ protection. The treaty cannot fall apart now. Not while our safety depends on it."

"But Father—"

"I’ll find out the truth myself." There wasn’t the slightest hesitation in Mrs. Belmont’s voice. "We’ll visit Aunt Imogen. I’ll borrow what the officials use to expose bad seeds. Make sure Ruelle comes with us."

Dane watched Mrs. Belmont disappear into the crowd with Caroline at her side. With an almost cheerful hum, he turned away from the fair and walked down the street. Noticing a maid carrying a basket, he called,

"Excuse me, beautiful miss." The young woman turned at the sound of his voice and immediately looked away again, cheeks colouring. "Would you happen to know where the town physician lives?"

"B-behind the bell tower," she answered, pointing hurriedly. "The white house with the black gate."

"Thank you." Dane rewarded her with a smile bright enough to leave the poor woman standing there flustered long after he had gone.

Upon finding the house, he knocked on the door, and a thin man with sparse hair opened the door.

"My apologies," Dane said pleasantly. "Would you happen to have medicine for a rather stubborn horse? It looks like my horse has become unusually irritable. Nothing serious. I’d simply like it calm enough to get home."

The physician disappeared briefly before returning with four small white tablets wrapped in folded paper. He instructed,

"One each day. It is better not to stop midway."

"And if I do?" Dane asked with genuine curiosity.

"The horse might break into a fever, but nothing serious you need to worry about."

"I see," Dane rolled the paper thoughtfully between his fingers before smiling. "Then I’ll make sure the course is completed."

Dane handed a coin in the physician’s hand, just enough to cover the medicine without inviting further conversation. After offering a courteous bow, he stepped back onto the street and made his way towards the fair. Children darted between the stalls of pastries and trinkets, while somewhere farther ahead with the laughter around him.

He let his gaze drift lazily through the crowd until it settled on Mrs. Belmont and Caroline. The younger Belmont still seemed unwilling to let Ruelle’s matter rest. Even from a distance, he could tell by the way her hands moved that she was arguing.

"Sire, fresh pulp juice?" a vendor called, lifting two glasses filled with dark red fruit juice.

Dane’s smile brightened and he replied, "Then I shall take two. One for my lover and one for me."

The old vendor chuckled as he accepted the coins and passed the glasses over. Dane thanked him before turning and pulling the medicine that the physician had given him. Crushing it between his fingers, he sprinkled it on the surface of the juice while people continued to hover around the juice stall. He gave the glass the gentlest turn of his wrist, watching the powder vanish.

Dane had barely taken two steps when someone caught his wrist. His red eyes dropped to the hand before lazily travelling upward to meet warm brown eyes that didn’t flinch under his gaze. The man stood perhaps half a head shorter than him, his build lean and well-conditioned beneath a travelling coat, brown hair stirred by the winter breeze.

"What do you think you’re doing?" the stranger asked with a deep frown as his eyes flicked toward the two glasses.

Dane blinked once before smiling. "Carrying juice." He lifted the glasses slightly as if presenting evidence. "A rather controversial beverage, apparently. If you are thirsty, you can go get it right behind there at the stall. These are mine."

"I saw you. You put something into one of them," the man accused with narrowed eyes.

"Oh?" Dane nodded thoughtfully. "It was medicine."

The stranger’s jaw tightened. He questioned, "For whom?"

"For my lover, why? You are awfully nosey for someone who doesn’t know me nor do I. Now if you will excuse me," Dane said, trying to step to the side, intending to continue walking but the man moved with him.

"You’re not walking away until I know what’s in those glasses. You think I don’t know what I saw?" the man crossed his arms and Dane looked at him for a long second before a smile appeared but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"I don’t know what fantasy you’ve constructed but it has nothing to do with you," Dane’s voice was light, and his hand moved back when the stranger reached for one of the glasses. "It looks like you aren’t fond of your wrists."

"Lachlan?" Mrs. Belmont’s voice interrupted the men.

The young man immediately stepped back and turned, a look of surprise passed his face. "Mrs. Belmont?" His guarded expression softened for the first time. "I wasn’t expecting to find you here," and he looked around to find Caroline walk behind.

Dane watched the change with mild interest as Mrs. Belmont crossed the short distance and embraced her nephew. He turned and swapped the juice from the counter.

"I am far more surprised to see you in this part of town. Ruelle mentioned that she had written to you and that you were coming to... walk her down the aisle," she replied before her voice faltered and moisture gathered in her eyes. She said softly, "We’ve suffered a terrible loss. Your uncle passed away yesterday."

"I’m..." Lachlan’s eyebrows furrowed at the news. "How did it happen? Are you all alright? I don’t see Ruelle with you."

Dane’s head slightly tilted. He noticed the missing condolence.

"She was held back at the courthouse for something," Mrs. Belmont replied before she nodded to herself, "We’re managing as best we can."

Lachlan glanced around the bustling fair, "...why are you here?"

The question hung awkwardly between them, while Dane couldn’t resist turning amused, which the man named Lachlan didn’t share the same sentiment. Mrs. Belmont looked faintly embarrassed and she explained,

"The damn carriage of the courthouse broke down. I twisted my ankle so Mr. Slater suggested we wait here while he fetched the physician." Only then did she seem to remember and asked, "Oh. I see you have already met Mr. Slater?"

Lachlan’s eyes slightly furrowed and he asked, "Ruelle’s fiance?" A look of evident displeasure seemed to etch itself on his face, which only amused Dane.

"The groom’s elder brother." Dane inclined his head politely and introduced himself, "Dane Slater."

"Lachlan...Hawksley," Lachlan replied, while the suspicion in his eyes hadn’t lessened.

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