Bride To His Darkness

"W-what are you doing?!" Samantha, who glanced alarmingly at the faces of the servants before returning it back to Ivan, spoke through her teeths as she made an attempt to stand up, but Ivan’s arm already slithered around her waist as he grabbed it firmly, securely keeping her in place, and the young maiden could only glare as he raised a sexy, but questioning eyebrow at her.

"Am I not allowed to hold my future wife?" He taunted, but that also led him into revealing the news of his future bride to the servants who immediately went stiff like they had been doused with cold water. Before Samantha could refute his words since she knew he did it on purpose, the next thing she heard was the shocking gasps that circulated within the servants as their eyes snapped wide in disbelief.

"F-future wife? Sam’s his bride?" Hush murmuring soon filled the air, but not everyone was willing to believe it despite hearing it from the horse’s mouth. When Samantha noticed the dubious looks that was casted upon her, there was a silent threat that was held within them, and since the only person who can keep her safe for now was Ivan, Samantha decided to carry along with his well-thought out plan as she made herself more comfortable against him, thus, surprising Ivan who could feel his chest throb when she rested her head upon it.

"That is not the case, My Lord." She murmured softly, and she could feel Ivan’s well-defined chest underneath the surface of the soft fabric of his shirt.

Everything that was happening presently would have been a complete shock to Samantha, but Lucy had told her about all the illicit rumors that had been spreading considering her and Herbert. She wouldn’t have minded it much if it were her alone, she had gotten used to being in the bad picture, but painting Herbert with a different light when he was only saving her had clicked on her angry button. The fatigue hadn’t left her system yet, and she felt a dull pain in her head, but since she didn’t want to stay in bed as she had slept for far too long, she requested from Lucy to take her to the hall.

Getting there, what she was welcomed with wasn’t the sight she had imagined. All the servants were lined in a corner, close to the stained glass windows, but in the middle of the room, she saw four servants badly bruised and clawed as if they had been beaten. Strangely, the guards incharge of overlooking any punishment weren’t here either.

When a particular servant she remembered to be Gwen suddenly spat out blood as she was on all fours on the ground, Samantha had to look away, and that’s when she met the gaze of Ivan who was staring right back at her. She had been meaning to bow her head and offer her greetings, but she wasn’t given the chance to do any of that when Ivan suddenly beckoned her over.

"Come." She heard him say.

Samantha had the slightest idea that he might be playing tricks on her, but when she glanced at Lucy who signaled for her to answer the vampire Lord, she took a deep breath and simply went to hold his outstretched hand, but before she knew it, she was sitting on his lap with her hands that had inadvertently wrapped themselves around his neck, and now, she was resting upon him as if they were an actual couple.

She didn’t detest the feeling.

"Little Lamb, are you shy?" He asked when he noticed she had suddenly blacked out, and when Samantha met his eyes that glimmered with mischief, she immediately tried to compose herself and shook her head silently. She wasn’t smiling, and Ivan could guess she had switched to one of her usual foul moods again that only revealed itself each time she was upset, whilst he knew the reason for it.