Chapter 33: Inconsistent Prince
"Husband," Elys stopped just as she had reached the door of Aleksander’s room, "you will go to that ball, right?"
"Do we even have a choice after you opened that letter?" the prince glared at her and scoffed, "And for goodness’ sake, stop calling me your husband and get out."
Elys smirked and then cocked her head to the side.
Her eyes were fixed on the prince’s movements. He had his back to her, facing the half broken, half fixed window as if there was something interesting to watch outside.
Aside from that short moment he glared at her, she noted he wasn’t as tense as he had been before he drank her blood. Perhaps it was best for her to interact with him when he has fed.
As the saying went, ’One is not the same person when one’s stomach isn’t full.’
"I will need something to wear then. I hope you have something that wouldn’t embarrass the both of us because I have no intention of wearing a wedding gown twice," she said as she turned her back and walked down the hallway.
Cordelia was the last to exit. She bowed ever so slightly and then closed the prince’s room with a soft thud. There was a click that followed, and only then did Henry let out a groan he was suppressing.
The prince looked over to the table where the invitation letter had been left behind. His hands clenched into balls of rage for a fraction of a second, but then quickly unclenched.