Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 32: The whores in the castle_Part 1

Humans who were turned into vampires were the ones always at risk of turning rogue, as their human heart never stopped beating within their body. While being a vampire gave one the ability to live longer than any creature on earth, when the heart still beats, it could not live for that long and instead turned corrupted, making one lose their sanity and become the walking dead. They would kill and attack anyone on sight. They did not bite only to feed on blood but to kill and feed on the flesh of those who fell prey—humans and vampires alike.

Cordelia continued to speak even though Rohan did not comment on the death of the Hathaway family. He was incapable of sympathy, and he would not fake it. He did not feel for them nor the only infant that had survived the attack. The world could burn down to dust and he would feel nothing and walk down their burnt flesh like sand. The last feeling of sympathy he had was many years ago, and he had forgotten what it felt like now.

"His Majesty has put down the laws that no vampire will be allowed to turn any human, but as you already know, it’s still happening underground. We want to keep as many of the humans under our roofs so that when the slaves’ establishment ends up getting closed because of the rogues in the making, we will already have many sired under our roofs to feed our entire generation. Isn’t that a good investment, Cousin Rohan?" she asked, expecting his praise for her father’s brilliant idea, but Rohan merely grunted, sipped his wine, and then said,

"Unfortunately, I do not have time to spare going to a filthy place like the slave establishment when I have much work as the Lord of Nightbrook to catch up on. Send my good luck to Uncle Scott," he remarked tonelessly and turned his attention back to the bunny, who had finished half of the food in front of her and was gulping down water as if to wash down the food. Tsk, everything he had placed in front of her was healthy food that would help her pump up blood so that when he decided to start taking from her, she wouldn’t pass out easily. Humans needed norishing food, and he’d given many to her.

"Cousin Rohan, I heard His Majesty is planning a wedding banquet for you in the palace. Have you heard about it?" Cordelia asked as she elegantly resumed sipping her fresh blood tea, hoping her question would make him stop staring at the human and focus only on her.

Rohan’s hand paused mid-air in bringing his blood wine to his lips and said, "Who sent him to plan a banquet for me?" He snarled in displeasure at the thought of being forced to mingle with annoying people after he had been forced into marriage without completely recovering from the purging in the asylum, where they all believed he was mad, when, to himself, he did not believe it. Whatever he did was with his complete sanity and was something he was completely aware of.

No madman would remember everything with vivid clarity like he did, even after purging. He just did not like crowded places, as they overwhelmed him and made him want to kill everyone around him. They thought he spoke to himself because he was mad, but they were all fucking wrong—including the king, who would now probably force him into attending this damn banquet to test his sanity. His first public event after his release!

Cordelia chuckled softly. "I heard it is for the good of the human so everyone would know her and know that she isn’t a prey for as long as she is in Nightbrook. I thought you were aware."

Of course, she knew he was not aware. The king was not only doing this for the sake of the human bride but also because they wanted to see if he was completely cured of his madness. They knew what had happened a few years ago on his mother’s birthday—how he had killed his parents and every single one of the guests who had stayed behind and the servants working in the palace. She and her family had not been in town and had traveled when it happened, but the gossip had given the details of that scene and its gore, and how he had been nonchalant and completely unremorseful about his actions.

"Well, as you can see, I am not aware. It seems everyone will be before I would be told. Would you like us to attend by the time His Majesty decides to send the invitation, Isa?" He directed the question at his wife, who was stuffing her mouth with food to finish it quickly while she listened to their conversation.

She looked at him, blinking as if she did not know what he was talking about. "Pardon me?"

He smirked. "I know you heard. Don’t make me repeat myself because I hate doing that." He swirled the wine glass between his gloved fingers, and for a moment, Belle could not help but wonder why he never took those gloves off, even when he was eating. But she quickly dismissed the thought and cleared her throat to drop the pretense of not listening. She raised her head and used her napkin to dab at her mouth.

She could tell he did not want to attend this banquet, but then she had been warned by her father that if she wanted to get this mission done quickly, she would need to mingle with the Vampires. When in Rome, you have to act like the Romans, she had been taught by the instructor the Aragonian king had sent to torture her for days, and though she also did not like events like this that would bring attention to her, she could not refuse to go.

Not to mention, this would be the perfect opportunity to get back at him for everything he had put her through. He didn’t want to attend? Then she would make sure he did—for being a devil who had tempted her into sin and then punished her for no reason, overwhelming her with food after making her believe she wouldn’t be eating at all!

He was completely unpredictable and sadistic, and she wished she could see into his mind to understand what he was thinking when he did or said the things he did. She hated putting people in uncomfortable situations or forcing them into places they didn’t want to be. But this handsome devil of a husband of hers? He deserved a taste of his own medicine. Since the moment she had arrived, he had been putting her in situations she wanted no part of—so now, it was only fair.

Smiling, she said, "Absolutely, my Lord. It will be an honor to go to this banquet. When is it?" She turned to ask the Vampiress, who was glaring at her but, when she turned, smiled politely. If every one of these vampires was like these two, it would not be hard for her to achieve and get this mission over with without so much as feeling bad. For as long as she had no attachment to her husband nor any feelings—which she was one hundred percent certain she would never have for a man like him—she knew she was on the right track. He might be handsome, but he was the devil incarnate!

"It’s going to be in a week from now," Cordelia replied.