Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

Walking under the stunned gaze of the human who was expecting a different reaction from the lord, Rafael and Alfred sat down in the carriage without looking back even once.

"My lord, the boy knew too much! What if he opens his mouth and starts spouting nonsense all around the town.

Aren't we killing so many spies to hide the facts?" With a look of annoyance on his face, he closed the door and soon the four horse carriage started but the bored man did not reply to his aide until they were out of the building.

"The dresses you have chosen, they all were too fancy! I want you to send a few sober dresses to her today.

The weather is nice, taking a walk with her would be a nice idea.`` Alfred nodded without a doubt as this was not the first time the vampire was spouting nonsense yet his eyes went to look at the sky that was covered with dark clouds.

He could not fathom how the ominous weather looked nice for a walk to him.

He did not repeat his question too as he knew that if his master wanted to reply, he would have already done it. If he was keeping silent over it, there was no way that he could get the truth out of him anyway.

"Ah yes, send a good bouquet of flowers with the dress. My wife seems to like it." nodding his head again Alfred walked off the carriage when it stopped without waiting for his master to come out.

Knowing that he would not care about such formalities and knowing that he had to go and personally convince the lady kept him on his toes.

Rafael chuckled as he saw how his aide was running all the time since he had come back and shook his head.

Just when he came out of the carriage, his eyes fell on the maids who were taking care of the garden.

Most of them were human since there is a lack of poor vampires. So they could only be appointed to higher posts.

His eyes narrowed on the girl who was working nearest. She was cutting roses when a thorn pierced her skin and blood seeped out of her hands.

She winced and instinctively placed the finger in her mouth when his Adam apple bobbed up and down.

"Master is hungry, prepare a meal for him in his room.'' Alfred, who had just come back after giving the order of the dress, instructed the maids who flinched and then turned to notice their master.

They bowed instantly afraid that they would be punished for their insolence but the man just nodded and walked in.

"Did you send a maid to inform her?" asked the vampire as he sat on the chair waiting for the food that was blood freshly coming out of flesh.

"Yes, and I heard a few words. Master Damien was with the lady in the garden.

He was showing her his collection of daggers and surprisingly the lady was even trying to use them and learning how to differentiate between them." though Alfred was surprised, Rafael chuckled with no humor in his eyes.

He knew from the day he would tell Hazel that he was going to free her or about her family rebellion, she would try to be strong so that she could save her family or would be able to keep herself safe after their deaths.

But that did not mean he was not curious about how she was learning.

"Since the lady is doing so much hard work, bring the best of my toy as a gift for her when we go out in the evening."

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"You are holding it too clumsily! Even a five year old kid would be able to snatch it from your hands!" with all the nerves of his head popped open, he shouting a low voice.

"It is only my third attempt, I will learn!" though she complained, she had already tightened her grip on the object. It did not help that his scarlet eyes were looking at her too intensely all this time.

"The hold is too tight and stiff, you would not be able to throw it that way, princess! I did not know what you are doing anymore"

She could feel the irritation in his voice and that was bringing her on edge too. She had never held a knife for eating properly then how could he expect her to throw daggers perfectly in an hour practice.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath when she felt his touch on her hands and jerked.

"Relax, I am just training you." his cold and sharp voice whispered in her ears but that did not ease her yet she knew it was needed, so she nodded lightly.

With a smirk on his face, he moved her fingers on the daggers and adjusted the way she was holding it.

"You are using too much force because you are anxious. You have to be calm. Pick a target and assume it as your greatest enemy. If you want him dead, you have to use your single chance property.

Either you will kill him or he will kill you. The choice is yours." he let go of her hands and took a step back only then did she breathe out she did not know she was holding.

Her eyes determined on the target as she tried to imagine an enemy but she did not find any. Did she take Rafael or his family as enemies, even Scarlet, no!

Then what about the witches that had tried to kill them in the woods. No! She did not know why but she felt there was more to the story and the witches were suffering more than them.

She could not bring herself to hate them. Then did she hate her family enough to kill them? No!

"What happened, why did your hands stopped in the mid way?"