《Loved By A Vampire King》Chapter 351 - Whisper
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Cedric didn't stay there to see the final result of Angelica's fate. Taking Ayra's hand in his hand, they headed back for their own living room. Angelica's crying voice did follow them into their room but Cedric didn't let stay Ayra with them. They had their own lives to spend apart from correcting them.
In reality, Cedric merely threatened Angelica to confess every ill things that she had committed so far in exchange of keeping her secret safe from Robert. But he didn't expect that the list could be so long that he was disgusted with such malicious women. Thus he tricked her again to confess everything including her involvement with those Murky Shadow Hunter.
Entering into the room together with Ayra, he heard her shocked voice while going over to the dresser to put off her ornaments,
" I can't believe that Aunt Angelica is so dangerous. She appears so nice but so many things, she has hidden from uncle Robert. What do you think? She will be kicked out of the castle or will be putting in prison?"
Cedric shrugged taking off his coat and replied,
" Women are obssesed with acting, love. My uncle can be brainwashed by her easily."
Ayra snorted coldly before turning around and asked him in a little serious voice,
" Wait..I didn't even act putty in front of you. Why did you marry me then? Not even that, you have made sure that Seth never comes back in my life."
Cedric grinned laughing at her little angry face and replied approaching her slowly,
" Your beauty seduced me. You aren't like others."
Ayra crossed her arms stubbornly and asked looking through his eyes,
" Then I am what, your highness? I am just another girl like others. You didn't even fall in love with me but you insisted on marrying me? What is the reason behind this?"
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Cedric responded smiling slightly at her questioning face,
" The word 'love' carries a lot of meaning, princess. Don't use it so randomly."
Ayra replied letting out a smile of mockery,
" Perhaps you are right and someone like you would never understand the pain of loosing love. If you understood, you wouldn't have forced me to marry you."
Cedric sighed longingly. Looking up to meet her sad eyes, he reasoned in a soft voice,
" You can teach me how to love you. As long as you can teach me to love you,I am willing to learn. But don't expect me to change for you. Love the way that I am now. People never change, Princess. They only do few things for the sake of happiness in love."
Ayra listened him quitely. Tiptoeing towards him to get closer, she spoke in a serious voice to look straight through his eyes,
" If you ever give me the reason to love you, I will do. But don't think that I will forgive you for the reason of hurting my feelings."
Cedric didn't answer to her and smiled bitterly. He knew that she held a lot of grudges towards her. He needed to work harder to regain her trust. Giving up on love was never been successful.
Since the air between them had gotten a little heavy, Ayra changed the subject and spoke while walking over to bed to lay down,
" This castle is so mysterious place. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a magic land."
Cedric couldn't be less agreed with her opinion. Each castle had their own mysterious and dark places in where no one should ever step in. Even today, he had lost Ayra almost because of the Mystic Grove. He needed to stick to her always.
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Cedric chuckled slipping out of his shoes to get on the bed,
" No worries! You have the safest place to hide yourself."
Ayra blinked before asking out of curiosity,
" Where is it?"
Cedric grinned pointing at himself and leant against the bed post comfortably,
" In my chest! Come let me sing you lullaby, Princess. No harm will come to you."
Ayra gawked before pulling open the blanket to slip inside,
" You wish! "
That night, weather had taken a sudden change in its course. Within an hour, the sky was covered in gloomy clouds and it was snowing all of sudden. Though it wasn't the season of snowing in Balvina, this sudden change of weather had bad effect on the creatures life.
Ayra was sleeping beside Cedric and was awakened by an evident sound of whisper. Jerking off from her sleeping, she sat up abruptly and looked fearful hoping that her nightmares didn't come back again.
She didn't want to see those eyes! Not again!
Snapping her head aside, she saw Cedric sleeping soundly and felt a little cold as the snow had started falling down slowly. Thinking that it was a nightmare, Ayra intended to sleep back again but the whisper rang in her ears again.
She stiffened a little before paying attention much onto it. She wasn't dreaming of it. A faint voice of someone calling her from outside was buzzing in her ears. The voice was too low to hear. At some points, she even wondered thinking that the voice was coming from breeze. But after paying attention, she detected that it was an animalistic voice not belonged to a creature. She was curious and afraid at the same time to find out the truth.
She looked down at Cedric and thought of calling him once but he was in deep slumber sleep. She didn't want to disturb him unnecessarily.
As the voice didn't die down, Ayra thought of taking a look once to confirm her assumption. She dropped her feet on the mattress and drapped the blanket around her body.
Taking a deep breath of encouragement, she made her way outside without notifying Cedric who wasn't aware of the voice coming out of nowhere.
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