Chapter 15: Hostile Newlyweds
"Husband? You are that bastard prince they were talking about?"
Elysianne was at first confused why he was calling her his wife, but everything slowly came together as she pieced her fragmented memories like a puzzle. From the moment she had tried to escape, to the time she heard royal gossips, up until this very moment.
In terms of legality in the vampire society, he was indeed her husband now. The burning sensation in her arm should be evidence enough to that. Rage boiled in her heart as Elys found herself forced into a marriage she couldn’t fight after she was captured by that golden haired vampire knight.
The man who stood in front of her merely cocked his head. His eyes that had been fixed on her face for a while now, traveled downwards and stopped right at the middle of her body. The princess held the glass shard in her hand firmly – she was ready to attack if he does too.
Elys had assumed the bastard prince to be ugly for being shunned by their vampire society. But now that she saw him face to face, it actually wasn’t much the case. He was tall, and his eyes were molten silvers with an alexandrite cat’s eye pupil.
The bastard prince wasn’t ugly from the outside after all. But with regards to his inner beauty, Elys didn’t trust it was the same. She could feel a tingling sensation under her skin with the gaze he gave her, and that alone didn’t make Elys trust he had good intentions.
The princess bank on her instincts when it came to people. It was inherent to northern warriors to feel if their enemies choose malice over peace in the middle of a battle. Call it a sixth sense, she was sure the bastard prince didn’t mean anything nice when he welcomed her as his wife.
"You might want to throw that piece of glass you are holding on to," the man said, "not a good idea anyway. You won’t stand a chance against me."
"Tch," Elys couldn’t help but feel irritated by the man she was now forced to call her husband, "I see you are one arrogant bastard."