Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 135: Unstable_Part 3

Rav looked restless, shifting his weight as if torn between explaining and rushing off. Then, as if deciding it would be a waste of time to keep evading her, he released a heavy sigh and began to speak.

"I believe His Lordship has fallen into one of his spells." He scratched the back of his head, trying to find the right words to explain it when she gave him a questioning look. He could have said the words mad or insane, which would have been quicker, but he didn’t like them. So instead, he decided to explain the situation.

"I left him in the study to take his medicine, and I went to prepare his bath, but by the time I returned, I found the bowl of medicine broken on the floor, with the medicine all over the rug. He didn’t drink it. The door of the study room was left open, and the documents on the desk were thrown all over the floor. Even the chair was broken. I can’t seem to find him anywhere he usually is when he’s not in the study," Rav spoke quickly, deciding not to hide what was going on from the lady.

Belle’s stomach knotted.

"What medicine did you give him? What’s wrong with him?" she asked, trying to process everything he’d said in one breath.

Rav was silent for a moment, visibly reluctant. He looked away, his jaw tense, before finally returning his gaze to her.

"It’s a concoction given to the mad vampires in the asylum... to calm their madness."

Belle’s breath seized at those words. For a long second, she couldn’t respond.

Then, all at once, a wave of anger consumed her. "Why would you give him such medicine? He isn’t mad!" she cried, her voice rising without restraint.

The outburst startled the servants still cleaning her chamber, and they rushed to the door, curious and alarmed, pressing close to catch what was being said between the lady and the head of the castle staff.

"Lower your voice, my lady," Rav cautioned, and then, looking toward the door of the lady’s chamber, he barked an order, "Get back to the kitchen, all of you!"

The servants, hoping to listen to what was wrong with the Lordship—whom they had noticed had worn his attire all wrong and was muttering words to himself as he walked away with a lost expression, like the madman people said he was—rushed out of the chamber hurriedly. Bowing to Rav and the lady, they hurried away. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Only after they were gone did Rav speak to the impatient Belle. "Just like you, I believe he is as sane as any person. But His Lordship had requested for the concoction. He is in a state I will tell you might make you question his sanity currently. Whatever happened last night must have exhausted him and he had masked it in your present. I am sorry for asking this of you, but, my lady, I would appreciate it if you will perhaps go on with your eating until I find him and mix him another bowl of—"

"How can you expect me to go on eating when you’re telling me this?" Belle cut him off, unable to control her agitation and guilt for the fact that he was in such a state because of what she had requested of him last night. He had risked himself to travel to take Jamie to safety because she had asked him to...

She did not understand completely what was happening, but she knew she would not be able to eat or pretend everything was fine if she did not see him for herself. The way he had left her chamber made her believe he wasn’t alright.

"Have you checked his chamber?" Belle asked when Rav looked ready to persuade her to go on with what she was doing until he found Rohan himself.

"His Lordship has no sleeping chamber, my lady. He spends most of his nights outside the castle or in your chamber," Rav said with a clear of his throat, hoping he wouldn’t be scolded by Rohan for revealing this.

Actually, Rohan had neither forbidden him from telling the lady nor permitted it. Thus, Rav believed, for his master’s good, that it was time to change the way he lived. He had wanted to prepare one of the many chambers for him since his release from the asylum, but Rohan had dismissed the idea with a causal wave of his hand, saying,

"Only fools sleep. I do not need it. There is much more to see and do at night than to be buried in a half-dead state called sleep."

He had spent thirty years locked away in a madhouse, forced to sleep on a cold metal bed, which had conditioned him to avoid sleeping on any kind of bed. When he took his whores, he took them on the bare ground and refused to have a sleeping chamber, preferring instead to roam the night outside the castle.

Rav had wanted to tell the lady for a while now, so she could persuade him to have a proper sleeping space, especially since Rohan clearly cared about her and wouldn’t kill her for advising him. His Lordship needed to change the reckless way he was living, particularly now that he had a wife who seemed to truly care.

Belle was taken aback for a moment, too bewildered to speak. "You mean he never sleeps at night and has no sleeping chamber of his own?"

Rav nodded his head, and Belle sighed in despair. No wonder she had been unable to find his sleeping chamber. Now that she thought about it, he spent most nights just sitting at her bedside on a chair. She’d always thought he left to go to his room the moment she was deep in sleep, as she always woke up alone in the room.

But he’d go about doing his things without resting...

How irresponsible she was as his wife, Belle thought. Ever since she’d come here, instead of her putting him first and looking through the way of things in the castle, she had not taken the actions of the mistress of the house and instead relied on the servants to do everything, forgetting she also had a responsibility to her husband and her house.

"Where do you think he must have gone to?" she asked, only to see the expression on Rav’s face that seemed to say he also did not know.

"It’s been long since something like this has happened and he was in such a state," Rav told her with a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was trying to think where Rohan would be. And before Belle could probe him with questions on when it had last happened and everything, his light red eyes brightened.

"I think I know where to find him."

"Then let’s go," Belle said quickly, only to have him shake his head.

"I won’t advise you to come with me, my lady. His Lordship in this state can be dangerous and—"

"You are wasting our time of finding him trying to talk me out of going with you. It’s not going to work, he’s my husband and it’s my duty," she remarked with a serious expression.

They had been intimate and totally fine in bed this evening, and whatever condition he might have fallen into in the span of minutes, Belle did not believe it would reach the point she would have to stay away.

"Lead the way, Rav. We have to look for him before the royal carriage is sent to fetch us."