Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 51: "What the f**king hell did you do to her?"

The next morning, a faint sun peeked through the thick clouds over Nightbrook, but it was quickly swallowed by the gloom. A cloaked figure entered the castle, moving swiftly through its shadowed corridors until he came across Rav, who approached to greet him and take his coat and cloak to clean and hang.

"Send them to prepare the breakfast and set the table. What about my wife? Is she awake yet?" came Rohan’s voice as he moved his cloak hood from his head to reveal his handsome face with little smudges of red at the side of his mouth that was no doubt blood from his night of feeding. He was a vampire who was never content with merely drinking his blood from cups like the others. To function without going rampant—being the type who wouldn’t hesitate to feed on any creature, human or vampire alike—he required a full meal.

"I have sent the servants to go and get her ready for breakfast, my Lord. And your bath is set as well," Rav replied with a curt nod without asking where his Lordship had gone to feed or what was the business he went to take care of last night.

Rohan nodded as he shrugged off his gray cloak and placed it on Rav’s shoulder. "Mhmm, have you checked the day Scot plans to buy the slaves?" he asked grimly. No matter what he did, he couldn’t forget the plant he had lost yesterday, and he needed someone to pay for his loss, his cousin’s family.

Rav nodded his head. "Yes, my Lord, I looked into it last night. He has made the advance payment two days ago and scheduled to pack them in the next four days. I heard he spent half his fortune on it as he hoped to profit from it in the future, and the Garth family, I heard, are already boasting about it to the public."

Rohan’s lips curled into a sinister smirk. "Let them enjoy their illusion of wealth," he said. "Soon, they’ll realize that fortune means nothing when they’re left with nothing but dust and despair. Prepare the concoction for me," he said and then walked away, his black boots clicking softly against the marble as he used his fingers to massage his temple.

He was having one of his terrible headaches that would only go away after he took the concoction given to him in the asylum. He would never take it if it didn’t help with his headache that felt like pins were being driven into his brain when he stayed too long around noise.

Last night, he’d been exposed to too much noise to make himself get used to it before the day of the banquet. He wouldn’t give anyone a reason to think him mad and incompetent. And to avoid stabbing his father’s brother, the current king, in the eyes, he needed to put so much effort into his control when he would be there since his little bunny had subjected him to attending.

Rohan needed to clean himself before his wife would be brought down for breakfast. He had not meant to miss having dinner with her or going to her chamber for their next lesson, not to mention how he needed to feed more to quench his thirst so he wouldn’t end up frightening her with his hunger.

When Rohan finished bathing and changed, he had expected to come down and find his wife in the dining hall, but just like yesterday morning, she wasn’t there, and the food had been set for them. His jaw worked as he turned around to call for Rav, who immediately came hurrying to him.

"Where is she?" he demanded impatiently.

"My Lord, I was just speaking to Farrah, her handmaid. She said the lady is sick and won’t be able to come down to eat with you," Rav reported with his head down as he did not know how Rohan would react to this news. He had not seen for himself that she was sick, but then it could be that the lady did not want to be around his master after what he did to her yesterday.

Rav raised his head when he heard Rohan chuckle humorlessly and saw that he seemed to also think the lady was trying to avoid him.

"Tsk, it seems my bunny likes to be punished every morning before she will come down to eat with me," he said with a sigh and a dark mirth shining in his soulless eyes. Yesterday morning, she had refused to come down because he had burned her dresses and got her new ones; now, she wouldn’t come because he had lied to her about the ring outside to lift her spirit. Well, then, perhaps he should make up for last night’s absence this morning as her punishment. He smirked, and then looking at Rav, he said,

"I will go and get her myself. Make sure you keep the food warm; we will take some time to get down." Saying this, he made his way out of the hall and to the foyer before he climbed the stairs, already imagining what he would do to her as a punishment. He hated it when people defied him, but surprisingly, he did not hate that his bunny was doing that because he knew the more she defied, the more it would lead to a situation he liked far too well.

When Rohan got to her chamber’s door, he found it ajar and could hear little murmurings in the room before he opened the door completely. He had, for some reason, expected to find his wife sitting on the chair or even being dressed like yesterday morning as she spoke to the human maid, but he wasn’t prepared for what he saw.

Two of the maids stood at the side of the bed, trying to cover the shivering figure on it, while one of them knelt before the fireplace, adding more logs to the roaring flame to keep the chamber warm—or hot, because it was already cooking hot in the space.

"What’s going on in here?" he demanded with a displeased frown as he walked forward to the bed without waiting for their reply and pushed Farrah away to see his shivering wife under many layers of thick sheets that covered even her head. Angry veins popped on Rohan’s forehead at the thought that they wanted to kill her in the heat and under so many layers of sheets.

"M-my Lord," Farrah stammered nervously as she was pushed aside to the point she lost her footing and fell to the floor. She quickly bowed her head like the other maids and began to explain, "The lady is unwell, we_" she didn’t get to finish her words before the bunch of sheets they had used to cover the lady to keep her warm was flung at her head, cutting her off and pushing her slender figure further to the floor.

Rohan did not pay attention to the servants and looked down at his wife, his frown deepening. She was curled into a ball on the bed with her knees pulled up to her chest and was shivering so much it shook her small frame despite the blasted heat in the room that would roast someone alive. Her blonde hair stuck to her face damply, and her feet... they had mud on them that had stained the sheet. But that wasn’t what worried him; it was her shivering in a heated chamber.

"Isa?" He called softly as he got into the bed and pulled her head onto his lap, using his gloved fingers to move the hair away from her face to see her pale complexion and sickly pale lips. Despite the glove, he could feel the scorching heat of her skin, which somewhat alarmed him. Not knowing what was wrong with her, he turned his deadly dark eyes on the maid on the floor, whom Rav had said he had assigned to his wife. He had never seen anyone tremble in heat.

"What is wrong with her? What the fucking hell did you do to her?" he demanded coolly, his voice sharp enough to make all the maids press their foreheads to the ground in fear, further fueling his annoyance for not answering his question.

"If none of you start talking, I’ll burn your damned bodies alive in that roaring flame at the hearth!" he warned irritatedly, already attempting to stand up to rid himself of the annoying, useless beings he would have never tolerated in his space if not for his bunny.

But before he could move, his wife clutched his hand, her frail fingers tightening around him as she snuggled closer onto his lap. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke.

"I... I am cold... please make it stop."

"Cold? The room is hot, Isa, how can you be cold?" He asked gently as he stroked her hair and face, which lay on his bent knee on the bed. Seeing that the maids in the room were trembling in fear to tell him what was happening, he gritted his teeth, "Call Rav!"

Farrah, already tearing up in anxiety, stumbled up and ran out to call Rav. Meanwhile, Rohan, who had no experience whatsoever with human fever, did not know what to do but only kept stroking her hair with his right hand as she clutched onto his left, making him bend over her shivering body that seemed to wrack with chills like she was deep in ice.

He’d never seen anything like this. Vampires never have fevers, and when they do, it was the opposite; they heat up and sweat from the inside like there was a fire chamber cooking their skin. And that too only happened to turned vampires, not purebloods like those he’d grown up around.

When Rav came in, Rohan was told she indeed had a fever, a severe one.

"It must be because of the rain yesterday, my Lord. Should I get the human doctor in the next town from the castle? I heard he is quite competent and has gained his license from His Majesty to treat the humans in Nightbrook," Rav suggested, as the lady’s chills were not subsiding even after Rohan had placed the blanket back on her shivering body.

Rohan, who was sitting at the edge of the bed staring at his wife emotionlessly, was silent for a moment before he spoke, "No doctors. I hate doctors." He turned away from her and looked toward Rav. "When I was away last night, did she go out again?" He asked with a blank look on his face. He had seen mud on her feet and dress, like she had fallen into a puddle of mud water.

Rav blinked. "Not that I am aware of. I don’t think she would step out of her chamber at night when she did not seem to like the darkness in the castle. I did not see her leave. Did she?" He turned to ask the maid he had put in charge of the lady, who was standing at the far end of the room with her head lowered, but she quickly shook her head when she realized she was being spoken to.

"Sh-she did not leave her chamber. I waited for her to finish eating before I left, and when I came back to check up on her, she was already sleeping," said Farrah to Rav, as she could not bring herself to look towards the mad vampire.

Rohan got up from the bed and said, "I will nurse her myself. Go to the town immediately and get me books on humans and their health and how to treat them." He ordered Rav with a serious voice and expression. It seemed since he had a human companion, it was time he learned to care for one—not to mention this one was his precious bunny, whom he would do anything to keep alive, rather than how he liked to kill humans and enjoy how their life left their body so easily. freewebnoveℓ.com

Rav was taken aback to hear that. He looked at the shivering figure on the bed and then at his master. Did he just say he would nurse her to health? "My Lord, I think a doctor being called would help more. Reading from a book to treat her might take time, and_"

"Are you trying to call me an illiterate?" Rohan narrowed his eyes at Rav in displeasure before the displeasure fell away, and he chuckled dryly. "I will do better than any human doctor because I am better than them, and the Lord knows that. I can be a good doctor in less than a minute. I have opened and closed the human stomach time and again and can recall quite vividly what their anatomy looks like. Treating a human fever will be like picking a piece of meat from between the teeth. Go get me the books before I decide to throw you into the fireplace to make the chamber warmer for my sweetheart."