Chapter 148: Under The Blood Moon
Ivan had assumed he would be able to concentrate during the coronation process; he mentally prepared himself for this, to avoid getting distracted when he sees her in his coronation, but alas! Everything flopped like a pack of wild cards when he caught her wearing the green dress he sent Lucy to give to her. For a moment, he had been skeptical about her accepting his gift as this was something he would never do, not even to his own sister if he had a good one, but when he had to get his outfit ready, he passed the capitals and caught sight of a shop that sold dresses, and beguilingly, this particular green dress reminded him of her, so he bought it without pondering on the matter.
Presently, all he could do was sit in his Throne and watch as his coveted little lamb mingled with the interactive crowds. Her golden-blonde-hair, which was neatly styled cascaded down her small back in waves– it caught the light, shimmering like spun gold with every little movement of her head. Her emerald green eyes, filled with life and innocence as she exchanged a few words with Queen Lucinda, had Ivan’s heart skipping multiple beats, and the look in his eyes smoldered into heat.
The green dress clung effortlessly to her delicate frame, accentuating her every curve, as if it was specifically made for no one else but her, and the enchanting emerald color beautifully complemented her smiling eyes. Every step she took, every smile she bestowed upon everyone who came up to her, added fuel to the fire that burned with him. Several times they had locked gaze, she had caught him staring, but Ivan was too entranced to look away– he was lost in a world where she was the only one that mattered, a world where he wanted her to be in, with him.
When the music began to play, Ivan watched her figure make it to the table that had been filled with all sorts of delicacies for the guests to enjoy. When he couldn’t keep himself seated, he eventually got up from his Throne, but before Viktor could question him about where he was going, he had already left, maneuvering his way through the crowd, and out of mere curiosity, Viktor watched as the vampire King approached the same human girl whom he had introduced as his bride to them.... The daughter of Mr Dufort.
"Wasn’t she his bride?" Viktor questioned Damien who was elegantly sipping his blood wine. Lazily, his eyes moved to search for Ivan amongst the crowd, and when he found him holding the same woman they wanted to sentence to trial, a sly smile curved his lips.
"Isn’t she? Seems to me she still is." He mused, eyes glimmering with intrigue.
Meanwhile, Samantha was left frozen when Ivan came to stand in front of her, requesting for a dance, and some of the guests were already stealing glances in their reaction, making her flustered. To avoid sounding rude, Samantha bowed her head politely before declining his request in a frantic voice.
"It’s not that I don’t want to but... I don’t..."
"We’ll go somewhere private, I do need to spend even an hour with you before you leave. Your brother’s busy with the trunk, he won’t suspect a thing for now." Ivan whispered softly before letting out his gloved hand for her to take. With a hesitant smile, Samantha accepted his hand and allowed him to lead her out of the busy hall.