Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

"We are honored to have you as our majesty, my lady!" The man bowed and kissed her hands.

Hazel stared at the stairs with worry but she did not rush the meeting.

She knew it was necessary to satisfy her audience. This was going to decide her strength in the empire.

"You flatter me, count Habildon. But I am glad that you supported me. I will look forward to our alliance in the future." she smiled at the man who was already in his 50's.

The eyes of the man shone and his chest swelled with pride as he nodded his head.

"I would be waiting for that day! For now, I wish goodbye. I am sure you had to deal with the aftermath of the decision." he stared at the council man staring at hazel every now and then and then bowed his head when hazel nodded.

She looked a bit exhausted but she talked to everyone personally either it was a warm conversation or a threatening one.

"You look pale, marquis. If I did not know any better, I would have thought that you are unhappy with my ascension to the throne." she said with a flirtatious smile on her face.

She looked bewitching but the marquis knew, beneath this beauty was a lethal weapon that would kill him without even realizing.

"How could that be..! We are lucky to have you as the empress, lady hazel! Even when I met you in the forest, I knew that you were going to win when I saw you dragging a cart full of wolves on your own." he said with a look of cautiousness as he spoke in a loud and crisp voice.

Many stared at her horrified. A woman dragging the cart of dead animals that had more than 16 wolves and a fox. How could that be?

Many stared at her with wonder or shock and a horrified look but she did not seem to notice the mocking in his voice.

"Ah yes, thank goodness the hunters that came to kill me were not that strong but they were too large to carry." she waved her hands in the air, "if not for that, i would have dragged those mercenaries too, to know who had sent them."

Her chuckles were no less than of a devil. The face of the man lost colors instantly as he pursued his lips and her face tightened.

His lips trembled with anger and humiliation.

"I am relieved that you have saved my lady!" he tried his best to hide his anger when he said that trying to sound worried when she chuckled again.

"I was not saved, marquis. But I killed them all. I am strong enough to get rid of my enemies by myself." the man broke into cold sweat when his embarrassed eyes met her burning one.

They were glinting with so much pressurizing aura that he felt ashamed and embarrassed but also worried.

What did she mean? He was sure that he had never been hostile to her in the open. Even if she was doubting, she should doubt the duke.

But even though he wanted to think that she was still in the dark, it was clear what Hazel meant.

She was threatening him that if he did not stop his tricks she would make him regret it.

"Then, I will take my leave too since you had so much to deal with.'' He stood up and left the palace in a rush that he did not wait and got more information on who voted for her as per the instruction of the duke.

His back looked drenched with cold sweat when he left hastily.

Hazel kept staring at him for a few seconds and then chuckled and walked towards others.

"Thank you for supporting me." a few more men, a few more hours and she was already bidding off the last person.

Rafael assured her that he would handle the councilman and she was finally free to leave.

She looked at him with gratification and hugged him before leaving towards the stairs.

She smiled at the maids who bowed their heads further. Now they would treat her completely differently.

She shook her head at their behavior. They all were greedy and did not have any loyalty towards any of them.

As she crossed the hall, she heard the voices coming from the room of Anne and then a crashing sound as if something was thrown on the ground with full force.

Her steps turned urgent and she opened the door hastily only to see Anne staring at her door with bloodshot her. Her chest was heaving up and down and her face was drained of all colors.

She looked ashen but her whole face was covered in sweat.

Her eyes looked dazed as she did not even notice the presence of Hazel as she picked up another vase and threw it toward the door.

Hazel took a step to the left and bent herself to save herself from the impact.

"Pak!" She looked at the vase that hit the door and fell on the ground. It shattered into many pieces immediately.

And then she looked at Anne who was looking like she had lost all her control. Her anger knew no bounds and frowned.

"Anne, are you okay?" she asked the girl as she took cautious steps in her direction.

She had never seen Anne losing her control. She had always been a kind and calm girl who had patience as large as a mountain.

"Anne!" She stood beside Anne and held the sh0idlers of the girl who finally blinked and tilted her head towards Hazel.

She blinked and kept staring for a few more seconds before leaning on her shoulders and closing her eyes.

Hazel had thought that she was agitated with the death of Declan and would cry but nothing happened.

She just kept leaning her head like an exhausted person but said nothing.

"Anne! If you are heartbroken because of what happened with Declan, you can cry and vent your anger again."

"Ha! What would happen to a strong demon?"