Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 58: Did you miss me?

When she was first brought to the castle and was being led here, she had thought the chamber she would be given would be an airless attic as it was on the top floor where the chambers there were meant to be storage, but she had been surprised that the chamber was beautiful. One thing she had noticed was that it had been newly refurbished, which meant in the past it could have belonged to a servant because none of the royals would have been put up here.

She couldn’t help but wonder who had lived in this room in the past and hid the letter in that hole...

That night, Belle could not sleep. She stayed awake, unable to forget the words in the letter nor the scars on Rohan’s back. Could there be a history about that letter? Should she ask her husband? Belle scoffed at the idea of asking Rohan. He didn’t seem like someone who would answer her curious questions about some servant who had stayed in this room in the past. He would probably look at her blankly because he had no idea who had lived in here before.

One of the things she knew about her husband was that he didn’t seem to care about those lower than him. But then, she had nothing to lose by asking him, did she? You will earn yourself a punishment, a little voice whispered in her head, causing her to roll her eyes. She wasn’t ready to get another punishment in the rain.

Sleep that night was impossible because Belle’s head was a whirlwind of thoughts. From wondering about her husband’s scar to the letter and the cloaked figure, then, to her surprise, her thoughts drifted back to his words about their wedding night not being done. She spent half the night wondering if he would come back and make it complete, properly this time. She only fell asleep at dawn and was soon awakened by Farrah.

That morning, she found herself asking yet again about her husband from Farrah and was told he wasn’t back yet. A disappointed sigh left her lips. Shouldn’t she be happy that he was gone? Why did she keep asking about him? It surprised and angered her that she was looking forward to him sending for her to come down for breakfast or for him to come into her chamber.

"Is my lady missing his lordship?" came Farrah’s voice, laced with a teasing smile that made Belle snap out of her thoughts. "You’ve been asking about him since yesterday."

Miss him? Absolutely not. She did not miss him. She only wanted answers to her questions—nothing more, Belle told herself with great conviction.

"It’s natural for a wife to ask about her husband," she replied evenly as Farrah tied the laces of her corset. Still, she found herself needing to repeat the thought, to make it sound more convincing: she did not miss that devil. He could stay wherever he was for all she cared. She just needed her questions answered—nothing else. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"My lady," Farrah began again, her voice lighter, "I heard the head maid, Gwen, talking about picking up your dress for the upcoming banquet at the royal castle." she said, referring to the vampire servant. "Are you excited to meet the royals? It is the day after tomorrow," she added, her tone filled with a tinge of envy.

Not everyone was fortunate enough to meet the royal vampires in Nightbrook, and Farrah would have given anything to see them, as she’d heard the princes were some of the most handsome men in the land, and the princesses had divine beauty.

Belle, who had completely forgotten about the banquet she had agreed just a few days ago to attend, was momentarily taken aback. "The banquet..." She was not prepared for it, nor was she looking forward to mingling with other vampires. What had even possessed her into agreeing to go that day? She knew she was to mingle with the night creatures as instructed by her father, but then the thought of it was overwhelming her now. It had come so soon.

The day was waning off yet again, and Belle found herself listening to see if Rohan was back. To get her mind away from him, she went looking for her trunk to look for Jamie’s old letters she had hidden in it, only to realize she no longer had any possessions she had brought from Aragonia because Rohan had burned them. Belle searched for the anger she had felt when she realized he had burned her things, but heavens save her, there was no anger in her heart!

She couldn’t bring herself to get angry at him. Why? Was it because she hadn’t seen his devilishly handsome face in a while? That could be the reason. Once she saw his annoying smirk and infuriating face, she would remember why she did not like him and did not want to be in his presence!

Belle passed her time embroidering with Farrah and another one of the human servants while she avoided the vampire. They sat in the parlor room where Belle had added more lights and raised the curtains to brighten the space.

It was when she finished her dinner and was planning to change that she was told that Rohan was back. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she almost went out to meet him but stopped short in her tracks.

What was that for? Why in heaven’s name was she excited about his return? He had been gone for two days, leaving her dying of curiosity. That could only be the reason she was excited that he was back. If he hadn’t taken Rav with him, she would have had someone to answer her questions without waiting for him. She convinced herself of the reasons she was looking forward to seeing him and went back to sit, but she never got to the chair before the door was cracked open.

She swirled around to see him standing by the door, and her treacherous heart slowly began to beat faster than it should. A small smile came upon his red lips as if he’d heard the sound, and she suddenly wished one could control their heartbeat like they controlled breathing.

He had not yet removed his coat nor his formal attire. He stood at the door of her chamber, dressed in all black, with his dark blue hair in a disheveled state, messy strands falling over the sides of his head and across his forehead. He looked like a man who had stepped straight out of a portrait, with long legs clad in straight black trousers and a flocked black coat that stopped at his knees. She had almost forgotten just how easily his presence could steal one’s breath away.

He used his leg to kick the door shut behind him, causing her heart to bang along with the door. He didn’t speak to her, nor did she to him. They stared at each other. She watched as he carefully took off his coat and hung it on the coat hanger by the door without looking away from her nor moving his body. He only stretched out his long hand. He then loosened his cravat and raised his hand to unbutton a few buttons on his black long-sleeved shirt. Smiling his usual smile, he began to walk toward her, his shoe clicking softly on the floor.

Belle was tempted to walk back, but then she stood her ground and kept her eyes on him without blinking. He had been out for two days, but his face did not look like someone who had gone out to work without sleep. In fact, he looked like someone who had come out from a beauty parlor. His eyes were like the midnight sky with no stars, and he pinned her down in place with them.

When he stood before her, she inhaled his scent that was mixed with the familiar scented cigar she perceived on him. She suddenly felt small when he towered over her, and she had to tilt her head up to look at him. He didn’t speak for a long time and just looked down at her. She was starting to believe he would never speak and would just continue to look at her when she heard his deep husky voice break the silence.

"Did you miss me, Isa?" He tilted his head to the side and raised his hand to move her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear, his fingers lingering there before he dragged it down to her cheek and then away, all the while Belle held her breath.

"I missed you," he rasped thickly when she didn’t answer. "I missed you more than I ever missed anything before. Did you?" he repeated softly, causing her to blink and to lick her lips.