Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

“You are too demanding.”

“……..” what’s that supposed to mean? Did he accept her request to wash her feet? Did he forget that he was a lord!

That also a crazy one who could kill others if he felt that they were not respectful towards him!

She flinched when his hands reached her feet, afraid that he would use some force and break her limbs from her body but surprisingly his hold on her was very gentle and her hands felt warm.

The touch was soft and feathery that it tingled her. She trembled and held her breath when he moved his fingers on hers. It was such an intense feeling that she felt herself closing her eyes and feeling a strange kind of bliss.

“That.. this is enough, my lord!” she wanted him to hold, she wanted him to leave. She had never felt that confused before._.

What kind of strange feelings were bubbling in her heart. She had never felt that her bath area was cramped before this moment. His aura was getting too much for her to handle.

“Where did you go and what happened to your clothes?” from afar he had noticed that clothes were in a mess while covered with mud but now that he looked closely, it was torn from many places and each cut was made by daggers or swords.

He was sure that her father was not a fool to attack her. It could create a reson of war since she was the empress of vampires now and attack on her could be taken as attack on the vampire clan.

His father could flare her to behave rashly but would not leave a physical proof.

“That.. we met some thugs while enjoying the festivities. I did not think that they would have weapons when they would ask for money or I would have given them everything in the first place.

But I am glad, Lucian’s hand and everything is well. I did not need to fight because of him.” She was glad that Lucian had already given her an excuse if Rafael would question her.

She was sure if she would tell him the truth, he would go berserk. She could feel his narrowed eyes staring at him as if trying to decide if her words were trustworthy or not.

“Is that so? Then you should rest. I will go and order some food for you.” he stood up abruptly startling her but she was relieved that he was leaving without asking further and he was not forcing her to bathe with him anymore.

The way his abs were straining, she was sure she would have a nosebleed soon.

“Phew!” Rafael closed the door and asked the maids to serve her meal while he opened the door.

He was going to see where did Lucian go but before he took a step further, he saw Vincent coming out of his study and moved towards the other part of the palace while a man with a cloak followed him.

He bid his goodbye to Vincent and then went towards the stairs while making sure that no one would follow him. But what caught his attention was a strand of silver hair coming out of the cloak that he hid abruptly and then looked around again.

He should have been going to Lucian and talking about Hazel. He had left her alone from the time he had come here since he was trying his best to decipher what was happening.

He had thought that dealing with her father was easy but he was wrong. Though the man was an arrogant fool, Vincent was a cunning man who was controlling everything from background upto the limit that the emperor had no idea what was happening too.

So, trying to trap him in his words was in vain. The arrogant bastard thought that it was a normal attack from beryllium but Rafael knew that witches and a lot of dark powers were included.

He could feel that the traps were much more than he had expected. But Vincent was silent like a kind man all this time. As if he was in support of vampires making his father a bad guy while in reality, he was keeping an eye on everything like a hawk.

He followed the man who stopped and turned around as if sensing his presence when Rafael closed his eyes and his body faded. He was still standing there but the man in the cloak could not see him anymore.

He scanned the whole area and then started walking about while Rafael followed him with slow steps, completely sure that the man would not be able to see him.

After walking out of the palace, the man took a small carriage towards the woods. He did not notice how Rafael sat in the carriage and enjoyed the scenery when the man sat on the seat of the coachman and drove the carriage by himself.

He rode the carriage for a long time, crossing all the paths where others were still singing and dancing and enjoying the night towards the dark alley where a single trace of light can not be found.

Finally the carriage stopped in front of a big but ruined building with doors and windows broken.

The man frowned as he stepped out of the carriage and looked around. The whole place was stained with blood. He looked around only to see that bodies of his subordinates were lying all around.

He ran and then crouched to check a body that moved a bit but it was all his illusion. The body was limp like others.

After checking so many, his blood boiled as he stood up and ran towards the building. Rafael eyes the dead bodies as if assessing how they died as he followed the man leisurely. He was not looking in a hurry as he waited and checked his surroundings first.

“Bloody hell! How did all this happen? What would happen if the deal then, that bastard Vincent would kill me.”

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