Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 78: A creature of the dead

Rohan returned to his castle carrying his sleeping wife. He carried her carefully tucked in his arms in a bridal style into the dimly lit castle.

Rav, who was coming down the stairs to welcome them back with deep relief to finally see his master back and not the news that he had failed the king’s test and was thrown back in that horrible asylum, parted his lips to speak, but a sharp look from his lordship and the deep warning that came from their linked mind made him stop.

"Shut up. My wife is sleeping."

Rav sealed his lips and quietly stepped aside to let the master pass with the lady he carried like a fragile porcelain that ought to be handled with care. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

He walked up the stairs four at a time with swift ease that did not surprise Rav. The only thing on his mind was how his master must have escaped being taken to the asylum when the king seemed hellbent on having him spend the rest of his life there.

Many knew this marriage was only another excuse to get rid of the mad vampire. Rohan had started to behave well in the asylum that made the doctors and keepers say they wouldn’t be able to keep him there forever if he continued to act indifferent to the purging and treatment.

He took his medicine with a nonchalant aura without a word of protest, unlike the other lunatics who would howl and scream and even fight.

When the news of the marriage for peace had come, His Majesty did not want to risk any of his bloodline into a marriage with a race they deemed weak and their food source.

It had been easy for the king to order Rohan’s release and order him to marry the human or spend the rest of his life in the asylum.

The asylum being his worst nightmare for someone who did not like noise, Rohan had agreed but then swore that he would bring war to Nightbrook by killing his wife shortly after the marriage so he could get back at his fucking royal majesty, like he addressed him.

Rav had not thought it was a good idea but had silently sworn to follow him wherever he went.

Killing the human would not only bring war to the land but destroy any thoughts of future peace.

But Rohan had suddenly changed his mind about killing the human and kept her as his wife.

Had he killed the human, the king would have taken him back to the asylum or even ordered his death.

But he hadn’t done it, which according to his lordship, this banquet would be another way to prove he was mad instead of welcoming his bride.

Rohan had told him to stay back in case he would be reduced to nothing and taken back to the madhouse.

He wanted to go there without Rav so his bunny would have someone to look after her when he wasn’t there. They had been talking about it this evening when the lady stepped out of the castle.

He had even prepared a place where Rav would take her and then ship her out of the land with half of his wealth.

They had worked on this plan just in case, and though Rav still couldn’t believe that a man like Rohan would worry about anyone to the point of making advance arrangements to keep the person safe, he had listened to the plan.

Rav had been anxious the whole time he was here waiting for either good or bad news, because no matter what people say, his master would always be his own savior. Without Rohan, he would have been dead.

But look, all his worry was not assured with words but a glare and a warning to shut up.

Did his lordship have any ounces of idea how his human heart inside his vampire body had been thundering faster than it ever had before?

He had thought this would be the end.

Rav looked towards his master’s retreating back and sighed in relief on his and his master’s behalf.

How did he even escape it?

Rohan, who had put his wife to bed and made sure she was comfortable, stayed to watch her sleep—to make sure she wouldn’t be haunted by any sort of nightmare, or Kuhn, who had suddenly seemed obsessed with her, wouldn’t try anything disastrous even after Rohan had warned him not to take her life.

One only saw Kuhn at the last moment before their death, because he fed on the dying soul and made himself known to that person while he ate away their fear of death.

He had become his own friend the day he was killed...

Rohan had warned Kuhn that day his wife told him about her nightmarish experience with a cloaked figure with big hooded head, but for the first time ever since he knew Kuhn, the creature known from the land of the dead had merely stared at him without a reply.

And Rohan knew that look.

It was a look that said, "I can’t help it. What will happen will happen."

He’d thought she would die of that fever when Kuhn had said she saw him in the corridor, and that had led Rohan to do everything in his power to nurse her to health.

And not wanting to risk her dying, he had warned the creature to stay away from her sight.

She was not meant to see him—only someone near death could see it.

He did not want her to die yet.

Now, Rohan stayed by her bedside to watch her sleep so she wouldn’t wander off to places she wasn’t supposed to in her sleep and never return.

He also did not want her to revisit the incident sixteen years ago in her nightmares, since it seemed the compelling from years ago might also be fading away.

There were many possibilities why she couldn’t be compelled and could suddenly see Kuhn; it could be that she would soon... he didn’t want to think about it.

He had just found the bunny after sixteen years.

Both the nightmare and the suddenly stubborn Kuhn were dangerous in their own way, and if there was a way to prevent her from both, he would prevent it.

The only way was to stay and keep an eye on her.

He wouldn’t disturb her sleep for their nightly activities.

He had promised that every night would be fun for her, but he could tell she had overdone herself today... had done things she had never done before.

Not to mention how she had made it possible for him to come out of the castle in one piece. She’d distracted him well enough to ignore the sound.

Rohan sat on the chair he had pulled beside the bed in the dark chamber, without lighting any of the candles.

He could see her curled up under the blanket, sleeping peacefully with her face turned in his direction.

The heavy makeup that had concealed her had been wiped off by him in the carriage. He had been pleased to see his wife’s face finally — her freckled nose and cheeks, and her naturally pale pink lips that were parted and inviting. He’d also threaded his fingers into the strands of her hair and let it down, and it had poured down his chest in the carriage.

Now, she slept with her left hand palmed up on the pillow, her head resting on it where her cheeks were squeezed up in an adorable way that made her lips slightly pouted and parted. Her sandy lashes rested and cast delicate shadows over her cheeks.

He wanted to wake her and kiss and touch her, but he stopped himself to allow her to rest.

He felt the urge to smoke, but he fought it—choosing instead to simply watch over her.

He wasn’t alone in the room.

He could feel Kuhn in the shadows, and Rohan made no attempt to speak to him as the creature refused to leave her side no matter how much Rohan had threatened him.

Something that had no life had nothing to fear. No threat on earth could work on such a creature. Stubborn as a he-goat.

He only focused on his wife’s heartbeat... the soft rhythm of it soothed him.