Chapter 14: Blood Ritual
Arriving at the abbey, Aleksander didn’t even help Elyss off the carriage and went off towards the entrance by himself. The servants scurried over to help his bride off and then escorted her to stand beside the vampire prince.
The abbey’s belled tolled, and the giant doors opened to let the bride and the groom walk to the altar. Aleksander’s bride didn’t move even when the pipe organs started to play the wedding processional. She just stood there like a block of frozen ice.
Aleksander was extremely pissed off now, as he felt the pressure of the masked vampires that turned to watch him walk down the aisle. Trying to save the last of his dignity, he grasped his bride’s wrist and the two of them proceeded towards the altar.
Compared to his half-brother’s wedding the other year, there were only perhaps a few that spectated his wedding. But what shocked the bastard prince the most was that at the front pews, there stood his father, his face a pompous painting.
He noted that the crazy king’s wife was beside him, and the rest of the nobilities of the vampire hierarchy was there too. Did his father make sure that the other nobles were there to see his bastard son’s humiliating union with a slave? He was truly a dirty old scumbag of a father if that was the case.
As the two reached the front pews, Aleksander could hear the whispers of the nobles and he couldn’t help but grip Elys’ arm tighter. A tiny whimper escaped his bride’s mouth, and Aleksander scowled even more.
His father could be heard snickering at the far end of the right-wing pews, and Aleksander could only close his eyes in disgrace. He mentally cursed everyone laughing at him right now, and the prince vowed revenge when the time would come that he’d have the power he needed to wipe them out.
But right at this moment, he was only one against all. Even if he was more powerful than most of the vampires in the church, he wouldn’t stand a chance with everyone else against him.
Not that he was thinking of raising a coup as of the moment – perhaps when he finds strong allies. Right now, he would just have to bite the bullet and be patient. There was bound to be a silver lining after the clouds of the recent storms in his life.
Hopefully.
The processional song halted when the two were in front of the altar, and the presiding priest of the vampires raised his arms as if to welcome them. He gave out quite a lengthy speech, the presiding priest’s words fell into deaf ears as Aleksander’s mind raced with only hatred for the people spectating his so-called wedding of the century.
"We are gathered here today, to witness the union between the King Raxus Ardorlean’s son, Prince Aleksander Ardorlean with his lovely bride - " the priest paused and then peeked over a piece of paper before he continued, "a humble servant of the vampire kingdom."