《Loved By A Vampire King》Chapter 152 - Beautiful Goodbye!
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SASHA PALACE,
The weather was pretty cold chilling enough to make anyone's shiver literally. After hearing out Zave's suggestions, Athena kept quite pondering inside her thoughts and couldn't help but feeling suspicious all over.
After all, shifting into their Royal Castle wasn't in her hands but she had a belief that her brother would never disagree. Swallowing down, she knitted her eyebrows together before pursuing her lips to say something.
Before her answer could slip out, Zave's flattering words once again echoed in the air,
" Princess, please don't misunderstand my intentions. I was only speaking for your well being."
Zave added mysteriously and wanted to butter up Athena who had been dwelling in her thoughts. Originally he first inteneded to occupy the castle then later after the throne. Once Enchantress killed Aaron, he could easily be appointed to be the king of all Vampires. Thus his evil plan was well prepared.
Curling up into an evil smirk, he intially thought that Athena would give up but her answer was too straightforward.
Enwrapping the shawl around her tightly, Athena replied with a faint smile,
" I have no objections living in a small house,Zave. I don't need castle to find my happiness. Morever I can't bring more burdens over my brother. They have already fulfilled their responsibilities of bringing me up. I can't wish more. So please feel free to prepare a little house for me."
Athena denied indirectly watching Zave's expression turning grim as he felt enlarged over Athena's politeness. She was the princess after all.
Why can't she ask for her own assets?
Whatever his dissatisfaction laid buried deep down inside his heart as he didn't want to show a sign of unhappiness on his face. Forcing a wide smile on his lips, he answered briefly nodding his head in agreement and flattered,
" Then I have no say over your words, princess. I feel like I am blessed to have a considered wife like you."
Athena gave a faint smile over his response and looked away into the flowing water deeply. Whatever the reason was, she didn't feel happy or warm over Zave's comments. Instead she prayed to break off this conversation as soon as possible.
Zave's eyes dimmed in slight anger and disappointed as he gritted his teeth tightly.
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Later they continued chatting briefly regarding their family matters and didn't notice the two figures standing behind the banyen tree.
Siemus was getting tensed up eventually whenever she viewd Ethan's downcast expression. At first, she left for Ethan in order to give him the news that she had located the exact location of LG group. Thus they could make a move anytime during night. After getting the news from Siemus, Ethan wanted to meet Athena but Siemus refused as she knew that Athena would be staying with Zave at that moment. Despite giving constant refusals, Ethan was persistent to take him over here right away.
At the end, Siemus could only bring Ethan over here reluctantly. But the situation had turned worse. After spotting them together, Ethan went too silent as if one single movement would destroy the heaven and earth. His expression was too frightening and bone chilling.
Standing beside his side, Siemus was only grateful for the fact that he didn't rush over there and separated them at once.
The night was getting deeper and deeper and Athena started feeling bored over his conversation. Suggesting to head back into the castle, she turned around to leave and suddenly stepped on a hard pebble over the ground.
The pebble sracted her softy feet as she let out a shrill cry instinctively staggering on her footsteps. Ethan was panicked and wanted to rush over on her side but the next moment, his almost running figure turned frozen midway.
Looking at them blankly, he saw that Zave quickly held down on her and supported her balance closely. His arms were wrapped around Athena's waist tightly while he asked concerned,
" Princess,are you alright? Did you get hurt anywhere?"
Athena shook her head slightly and flinched under his touch. She didn't why his touch made her uncomfortable.
Wanting to escape away from his grip, she moved slightly and said,
" It's just a pebble. I am fine. You don't have to keep me holding on."
Zave ignored his protest as it was his rare chance to aim his motive. He kept holding on and spoke worryingly,
" How come it's fine? You could have slipped gone into the river directly. Let me keep holding you into the castle. "
Athena wanted to say no but he was already dragging her into the castle closely. For a moment, he didn't pull out his hands from her waist and walked into the indoor side by side. Her smooth skin felt warm under his tips which made his adreoline rather excited in temptation.
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How could a woman with child be so charming like hell?
Zave wandered in his thoughts and couldn't help but touching her skin more deeply.
Meanwhile a frightening rainbon vampire like Siemus almost started trembling in fear. At that moment, Ethan's face was too dark as if the sky had broken down over his head. He didn't move nor did talk but his ferocious eyes didn't pull away for a moment from their intertwined back. Siemus felt like a storm coming closer soon.
Ethan finally spoke in a deep sentimental voice,
" Siemus, take me into your Lady's room right now."
Siemus shivered lightly before nodding her head blankly.
Lady, I wish you good luck!
MOONSHINE CASTLE,
After the order had been placed, the entire castle was in chaos. Rumours of breaking their marriage had been started spreading already as the whispers among maids had turned deeper.
Surrounded by a bunch of guards, Esme had been taken away into the prisoner area soon after. Taking each steps towards the confinement room, she made herself more stronger so that she wouldn't bring up anymore danger over Ayra during this time. The prisoners from the shell watched her going down blankly with a disbelief expression.
Some of them were familiar with Esme thus they were curious over the thought that what had she done to come into the prison at this hour.
Under their watchful gazes, Esme continued walking through the narrow space of prison without looking around and kept pondering.
Passing the shells one by one, her track was led into a stairs following down into the ground Where the confinement room had been stated.
Striding through the little stairs, she reached in front of a tiny ironic gate which was too dark in appearance. The leader behind her signaled a guard to push open the door silently.
With a loud creaking sound, the tiny door was opened wide revealing a pitch darkened room which could make anyone suffocating in just a glance. But Esme's expression was too unreasonable. She didn't show any fear or pleading in her eyes and kept staring blankly into the dense darkness.
The leader shifted aside and slowly gestured her into the room,
" My lady, please get into the room."
Esme nodded compherensively and didn't utter a single word. Sighing deeply, she slipped into the room bending down a little without looking back.
The guards watched her back pitifully and soon after locked up the door from outside. Another cracking sound echoed in the air of that darkened room which snapped her out from her wild thoughts quickly.
Esme jolted before started observing the surrounding deeply. Except the pitch darkness and blurry blackened walls, she couldn't see any single thing inside the room. It appeared like a hole inside the ground which had only darkness.
Sighing frequently, she spotted a little corner into the darkness and walked over to the corner slowly. Reaching near, she plopped down briskly.
Curling up her lips, she finally let out her muffled crying coming out and couldn't hold it back anymore.
Letting the unruly tears falling down continuously, she choked on her words and repeated her words ,
" I am sorry, Aaron. I didn't mean to lie to you. But I can't let Ayra falling in danger again. I love her to death. We might not have a beautiful ending but I want to give you a beautiful goodbye without any regret. You deserve far more better than me. Perhaps you are hating me so much now but one day, you will definitely understand that why did I lie to you. Perhaps on that day, you will be no longer mine. So for now, you can hate me how much you want."
Esme spoke with herself and continued crying silently hugging her knees. The pain of hurting your beloved person was worst than anything else. She was feeling it each moment and continued shedding her tears miserably.
The reflection of Aaron's pale faces continued replaying in front of her vision and pierced through her heart deeply. The guilt and pain was making her body numb eventually.
In this haze of pain and numerous thoughts, she didn't know when did she fell asleep.
But another person couldn't close his eyes for a single moment inside his room....
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