Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 203: Dead person_Part 2

They left Belle’s side, and she looked disappointed to lose their company.

"What did you say to the man?" she asked him in a low curious voice as she had been too busy with the boys to hear what they were talking about just now. "Did you threaten him?" she questioned, noticing how the man was walking away from his stall along with the kids without even looking their way again.

Knowing her husband, she wouldn’t be surprised if he had said something to scare of the poor man.

"Ouch," Rohan rubbed his chest where his heart was and gave her a dramatic hurt look, "Why would you think the worst of your generous husband? All I did was give him coins to fix his son’s teeth and get a coat for himself."

Belle burst out laughing before she could stop herself, "You told him to fix his son’s teeth? Why would you do that when it’s a natural teeth shedding? It’ll regrow."

Rohan was taken aback, "It’s natural? He has no front teeth." He pointed out as if she hadn’t noticed it as well.

"Yes, all humans shed their baby teeth," she explained with an amused shake of her head when a look of disgust crossed his face, like he couldn’t believe how that was possible.

"Gods, I never shed a tooth since I was a baby. But thankfully I never did, because that brat looks like a fucking rogue who’s lost his teeth to rot. Did you know I was actually born with my teeth?"

Belle watched Rohan, and she felt her heart tighten at the words he said. From all the stories she had heard, his childhood had been a nightmarish experience, and being born with his teeth had done nothing to help him escape it.

Recalling all he had gone through and her promise to give him all the love and care he had lacked, she acted without thinking. She reached her hand up to touch his cheek, making him look down at her. She smiled up at him and used her fingers to gently trace his brow, then slid her touch to his ear, where she felt the soft cotton he had stuffed there himself, without telling her.

"Are you all right?" she whispered, bringing her hand down to trace his cheekbone.

Rohan leaned into her touch without caring that they were in public. "Hmmm. Why did you ask?"

"You have cotton wool stuffed in your ears," she pointed out. She had not noticed it until now and he had not told her the noise was a bother.

He smiled, a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and was only a pull of his lips. "I can never overcome my dislike for noise. Demons are born to live in the underworld, away from the noise of the people of life. I am half that. Silence is my home, and darkness is where I recharge."

Belle was about to suggest that they go back home to avoid the noise as she had walked in the snow enough, but as she parted her lips to say the words, she caught from the side of her eyes little boys approaching them with mischievous looks in their eyes. She brought her hand down from Rohan’s face and turned to them.

"My lady, I hafe somethin’ for yah," said Cow as he brought out his hand from behind his back to present to her a rose. "Happy bathday to yah, may the good Lord bless yah!" He handed her the rose and Belle took it, turning to look at Rohan who stood at the side, knowing he had something to do with this despite the impassive expression he had on now.

"Thank you, Cowen," she said with emotion in her voice as she leaned down and pressed a kiss to the boy’s cheek.

Just as Cowen moved to the side, another boy stepped forward and presented her with a cotton candy and sang a happy birthday song to her with all the wrong lyrics that made her laugh through tears of gratitude and joy. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and many other little boys who were not included in the show Rohan had put up joined in when they noticed the pretty lady was giving kisses.

By the time they left the place, Belle was beaming with joy, and just by seeing her smile, Rohan couldn’t help but feel warm in his heart as well.

It seemed it wasn’t all that bad of an idea letting the toothless boy pull them here. At least he had managed to lift her mood, and she was still grinning and laughing as she pulled him around the fair to look at the many fascinating things going on around the place.

For the first time in all of his life, Rohan allowed himself to enjoy being around humans. Even though it still felt strange to him, he did not want to ruin anything for his wife today again.

They were still strolling and touring the fair, stopping to buy her a hideous-looking monster mask, which he noticed was for kids. But because she liked it, he pulled her to the stall and bought it for her—and for himself—because she insisted he have one. By the time they drew to the end of the large fair, both his hands were filled with bags of all the things he had bought for her because she was looking at them with longing in her eyes.

Rohan had expected to take her to an expensive boutique, but seeing how she liked it here, he had allowed her to have what she wanted. But he soon regretted it all when they came to a stall at the far end, where an elderly-looking man sat behind it with narrowed eyes, talking to a woman before him who was weeping and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.

There was a sign on top of the stall roof that read, "Get your future told. Fortune Teller."

Belle noticed the sign and what it read, and her eyes brightened immediately. "I want to get my palms read. Let’s go there." She pulled Rohan along before he could tell her that he did not believe in such things as people having the power to tell one’s fortune and future.

"...You told me I would lose the love of my life, but I never believed you. I lost him two days ago. I should have believed you when you told me my soulmate was not meant to live with me until the end of our lives."

Immediately as they walked to the stall, they heard the woman’s words. The middle-aged-looking man with a crippled leg stared at the weeping woman with emotionless eyes, like he had no business with her anymore. When he saw them, he told the woman,

"I have others to attend to, Mrs. Smith. If you will please excuse me—and my condolences to you," he said with a dismissive voice that made the woman stand up and dash away from there crying. Belle turned to watch her leave with a small frown on her face until she heard the man clear his throat.

"I reckon you’re here to get your palm read?"

"Yes, I am," she answered, but then asked out of curiosity, "Why was she crying?"

The man gave her a bored look as he said, "She’s one of those who don’t believe in what they’re told. She wanted to know if she would still have her husband in her life in the future. But her destiny doesn’t align with having a soulmate, she’s meant to live the rest of her life alone. I told her, she dismissed it, called me an old fart, and now she comes back crying. If you’re ready to get yours read, take a seat."

Belle wasn’t so sure anymore if she wanted to hear about her own future, but she had come here because of curiosity. She’d always had a quiet fascination with the idea of getting her palm read, just like the noble ladies in Aragonia did to see if their life partner was truly their soulmate—or if they were meant to be at all.

She wanted to know if everything would be absolutely fine in her life. And while she was well aware that some fortune tellers were merely liars looking to take people’s money, she was too curious to ignore whatever this man might say about her own future.

She put the mask she was holding on the empty stall and sat down in the chair the elder man gestured to. Flashing a reassuring smile to the scowling Rohan, she took off her glove and placed her hand palm up into the wrinkled one of the man, who bent his head over her palm and used his other hand to begin to trace it.

Belle was still looking at him with a smile when he lifted his gray eyes to hers, narrowed in what looked like confusion.

"What’s wrong?" Belle asked, her smile wavering a little. "What does my palm say about my future?"

"You have no future," the man mused in disbelief and astonishment, causing Belle to frown and then look at her husband, who was scowling more deeply now.

"What does that mean?" she asked, feeling unsettled by how the man was now looking at her.

"Well, that’s what I will find out by having you pull a card, madame," the elder man said calmly, while he was anything but calm internally, as he’d never seen anyone with such a palm lines as hers. It was not clear at all. He pulled out his cards from his bag, shuffled them on the table between them, and told her to pull one out.

Still feeling unsettled by the man’s paleness and how he was watching her, Belle pulled one of the cards and held it out to the man who reached out his hand to her. He quickly took it from her hand and looked down at it. He bolted out of his chair with such speed he fell back, not grabbing his stick quickly enough. His eyes widened, and his hands were trembling.

"Get out of my place! I rebuke you in the name of the Holy Father and Holy Spirit!!" he shouted, trembling as he crossed his hands to make the sign of a cross. His eyes were filled with pure terror that made Belle hurriedly stand up from her chair in fear, her stomach plunging to the pit. She had never seen anyone hold so much fear for her without her doing anything.

She was barely aware of Rohan pulling her away from the stall as she stared at the horror in the gray eyes of the elder man. She was still looking, wondering in utter anxiety what the man saw that made him react in such a way, like he had seen a ghost that came to haunt him. It wasn’t until Rohan pulled her far away from the man that she staggered weakly against him and turned trembling eyes to her husband.

"Wh-what was that for, Rohan?" she asked, confused and overwhelmed by so many thoughts at once. "All I wanted was to see my future and know if I will be with you, but he looked like that... What did he see? He looked like—" She didn’t realize she was shaking until she felt Rohan drop all the bags he held and pull her into his arms, hugging her to his chest as he cursed beneath his breath.

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