"I see no reason why you should be afraid, I will not hurt you." My husband's voice echoed in the car. He seemed displeased but who could blame me, those scars wouldn't even let me look at him.
Even without meeting his gaze, I could feel his piercing stare on me.
"In case you have forgotten the relationship we now share, let me remind you. You are my wife and shouldn't be so distant from me."
With those words, he moved closer to me but I was quick enough to increase the distance between us and hell, for the first time since I met him, I felt his dark aura.
Again, he moved closer for me to also increase the distance between us and it continued until my body came in contact with the car door, thereby making no room for me to escape.
Noticing that I was trapped with no way to escape, he smiled and leaned his face closer. He brought one of his hands to my face and made me stare into his eyes.
No words could explain how those mesmerizing eyes managed to pierce through my soul but at the same time, I saw sadness, agony, and rage in them. It was like he had tried his best to hide those aspects of him away from me by resurfacing the little kindness he had in him.
"Eliza, right?" He asked to snap me out of my thoughts.
Of course, he would know my name. My father must have told him a lot about me but I still didn't know anything about him. The only piece of information I knew about him was that he was a vampire prince.
Come to think of it, he surely didn't look and dress like a prince; instead, he looked like a wealthy Mafia Lord. There was nothing like guards or escorts or anything that could portray someone being a prince. With us, there was only a human driver and I wouldn't be so surprised if he had forced himself to take one because of me.
I said nothing but nodded my head in response.
"I'm Prince Daven but you can call me Dav." He said and leaned closer to my face, thereby making us share the same breath.
Hell, did he smell good.
Still, I said nothing to him.
Seconds turned to moments and moments to minutes, then he finally let go of me and moved back.
"Do you know the reason why we are married?" He blurted out.
"Yes." I simply said. He turned his gaze away from me and let out a loud sigh.
"I know that you were forced into this but we can still make our marriage work." Done with his words, he turned his gaze back to me but this time he maintained a straight face.
Before I could open my mouth to say anything, the driver interrupted the moment.
"My prince, we are here."
Dav smiled and led me out of the car. At first, I'd hesitated to take his hands since I knew that once my feet touched the ground, my life would change either for the better or worse but when I saw a huge frown on Dav's face coupled with those ugly scars, I chose to comply with him.
The moment I stepped my feet on the ground, quite a number of maids came rushing towards us. They didn't seem to have cared about my presence as they all faced my husband and bowed.
Well, I wasn't expecting anything less or more.
"Acknowledge the presence of my princess." He said with a slightly raised tone.
They all raised their heads to gaze at me for a while before doing as Dav had said. I could see jealousy in some of the female maids' faces while others seemed surprised to see me.
But there was something that I noticed among them, they were humans.
"Welcome, princess." They said in unison.
"Good, she is my wife and should be given the same respect that you would give to me." .
Without any more words left to say, he once again, held me by the hands and led me inside.
Firstly, things weren't adding up, Dav's house didn't look like a place a vampire prince would stay, it was a mini-mansion that would be just perfect for an average family. Secondly, why would a vampire keep humans as maids in his house?
For all I know, vampires are so drawn to blood especially when it was from a human. They could perceive the metallic smell of blood even from three miles away and God help who would be that unlucky human that would fall victim to a vampire's thirst.
Thirdly, his face. How could the vampires let their prince be inflicted with so many scars?
" Welcome home princess." He spread his arm wide open as he interrupted my thoughts and as expected, I was awed. Though it was not as big as I'd thought, it was grand.
The interior was painted white with no other colour introduced. It had a chandelier hung right above the middle of his living room with mandible marble tiles spread across every corner. But there was only one flaw that I noticed and it could be understood.
The windows were covered with thick red curtains that prevented even the slightest ray of light from penetrating. Considering the fact that he was a vampire and did not go well with sunlight, it was understood.
That was probably why my wedding with him was held at night.
"Come, you need to get ready for our wedding reception."
" ….. "
Again, he held my hand but when he made a step and noticed that I didn't move, he looked back at me with a worried face.
"What, don't you want to go? My father is very eager to see you." He asked.
I almost forgot, if there was a prince, there would also be a king. I had always heard of the vampire that ruled over all the vampires in the country, his job was to make sure that there was no war between the humans and vampires, and for that to be effective, he ruled with an iron fist.
"Hmm, I….I thought my family agreed that I would be far away from any vampire that is not you." I managed to say even when I knew that what I had just said was totally ridiculous. I was now the vampires' princess and there was no way I would avoid their race.
As expected, his face immediately folded.
"Well, the humans said that but the vampires did not agree. Let's go to our room and get ready."
My nervousness started to kick in, what did he mean by our room? Did my mother lie to me? She said a lot of things to me about the deals the humans made with the vampires. Staying in different rooms was one of them until it was time to consummate our marriage.
Again, I was deceived.
"What do you mean our room?" I asked.
"Why wife, do I disgust you so much that you can't even bear to share a room with me?" He asked but this time, he let go of my hand and closed the gap between us. His scarred face might disgust me but that was definitely not the reason why I had brought up that option.
" Hmm, I know that I would one day have to consummate my marriage with you but can we not make it tonight? I don't think I am ready." At least, if we were going to consummate our marriage, I needed to mentally, physically, and emotionally prepare myself.
I shut my eyes closed as I prepared for a ' no way ' but when there was no answer from him, I slightest opened my eyes to see a wide grin on his face.
"As my princess wishes, but we will still have to share the same room."
Without waiting for another option, he took my hand and led me to his room.
"This is our room, where I had planned for us to consummate our marriage after the wedding reception but I will have to respect your decision."
Well, he wasn't kidding when he said he had planned for us to consummate our marriage. I could see red petals scattered on the royal bed but what creeped me out was the banner that was hung on the wall.
Which clearly read, " you are forever mine, princess."