"And I just drank from you," He pointed out alarmed by the prospect.
She could've died his mind screamed, he hadn't been selfless enough to know if she was fine and he'd chased her around the chambers to ultimately take from her without knowing that she hadn't eaten tonight.
"You know blood is vital, you could've told me" he growled but Salviana had other priorities.
"So? how did I taste?" she asked with a tilted chin.
"Like you were hungry," he lied through his teeth making her giggle.
Alaric sighed, but there was an unmistakable softness in his gaze as he held her, refusing to release her until he was satisfied.
"You're not sleeping until you eat," he murmured, guiding her over to the edge of the bed. He set her down carefully, lifting the cover off the plate to reveal the cake.
"Will you cook for me?" she asked with a wink, Alaric could feel the mischief lurking under her question and he thought it was cute if she had blood and food.
He sat next to her, "You're asking if I would cook?"
"Yes, for me," she shifted to face him with a sweet smile.
He laughed lightly, adding for me at the end of the request wont make him do it, "Salviana I can't cook and not to be delusional but it also doesn't appear to be something I'd ever be able to do," he let out with a grimace.
Cooking? He couldn't bring himself to fancy it, not only because he couldn't taste it but because he just got himself into gardening and he would like to stay there without adding even more menial jobs to that.
"But I don't want to eat," she whined, her pout distracting Alaric from the point, "This isn't even food," she added when he didn't respond.
Alaric frowned as he glanced at the plate, "But you enjoy it," he recalled out loud.
"It doesn't mean its healthy," she educated folding her hands akimbo in a way that pushed up her breasts but Alaric doesn't notice it he was deep in his head thinking.
Healthy? Does that mean he has to study the food nutrition of humans too? Interesting.
He broke off a piece, holding it up to her lips. "Well you'll eat anyway, I'll make sure of it."
She narrowed her eyes playfully, opening her mouth just slightly, as if daring him to insist. But the moment the taste touched her lips, she hummed in satisfaction, the flavor spreading warmth through her.
Alaric watched, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth, his thumb brushing along her cheek as she savored each bite.
This was his Salviana, and for now, the hunger between them would be quieted by something as simple as cake, and the quiet intimacy of sharing it together.
Just in cue, Emma's voice filtered through the doors. "Mu lady would you like to dine now?"
"Yes, bring it in," Alaric ordered.
The maids with their heads bowed rushed inside to deliver and set a table for her to dine. Alaric watched them all with narrowed eyes trying to point out any suspicious one but the only one he found was a brown haired slim girl who kept smiling whenever he glanced at her.
Who was she? He wondered before looking away, which of them is Priscilla? They're up to six this night and he felt he'd have to take other measures to find out who the bad apple is.
They set everything and excused themselves, Salviana dived in immediately, she'd though she didn't hunger for anything but it appears now it was her husband she hungered for and having him gives her the urge for any other thing.
She ate with a vigour Alaric loved, then she raised her green eyes and held his with a grin, "So… do vampires feel?"
Alaric pressed his lip into a thin line, "I feel, I get angry when you're hurt, i hunger for you not only because I'm a vampire I hope but because you're something… a part of me I didn't know was missing," he declared.
"Alaric," she gasped, her pout shifting from mischievous to emotional.
"I wish to hurt in your stead whenever my family trespass your positive feelings when you're quiet I almost feel restless as I not only anticipate your next words, I feel exceptionally lucky this days whenever I remember if I come back home I'd find you," her palm reaches over and she placed it on his resting palm, he drew in a deep breath and held her forest alive eyes.
"I miss you," he added softly, his eyes conveying something that she related too much to. He did feel, her husband was as human as he comes and maybe someday he'd be able to love her.
"I missed you too," she breathed.
He laughed lightly before wiping the freckles that seem to be increasing on her face. "Please eat," he whispered.
Salviana nodded too and continued to eat.
"Do you have fangs all the time?" her curiosity leaked through her chewing teeth.
"No," Alaric answered straightforwardly.
"Stop giving me such vague answers that's why I'm still as curious as I was from the first day we met," she complained with a playful glare.
"You were curious about me?" He teased.
"I wondered if you were sane from the first sentence you spoke to me," she said with a giggle when he narrowed his eyes.
What is your name? He'd asked, Salviana scoffed, how rude.
"Curiously killed the cat, darling," he replied instead.
"It wasn't fiery, if it'd been it would've beat curiosity," she retorted cheekily making Alaric shake his head because in his heart he knew she was damn right. And if she wasn't he would make it damn right.
"My fangs come out when I experience intense hunger or about to feed," he explained.
"I see," she nodded.
"I'm done," Salviana moaned after finishing her meal, all the while keenly aware of Alaric's watchful gaze on her.
"Are you sure?" he asked, a slight smirk on his face. "I've seen Rose eat nearly as much as that."
Rose? Again, she rolled her eyes.
She yawned, stretching her arms with a content sigh. "I'd like to sleep now."
"Of course. Come here," he said, his voice drifting over from the bed.
Her eyes snapped open, and she frowned. How was he already in bed? He had been sitting right beside her only moments ago. It was hardly fair that he got to slip away with such ease.
"That shouldn't be fair," she muttered, shooting him a scowl.
"Come here, Salviana," he invited, his hand reaching out to her.
She rose from her seat and crossed her arms, pinning him with a glare. "You won't use your powers to oppress me."
"Noted," he replied, a smile tugging at his lips.
She raised an eyebrow, her hands now firmly planted on her hips. "Except—"
"An exception?" he interrupted, tilting his head with a playful curiosity.
She pressed her lips together, momentarily irritated by his interruption. He blinked, catching her expression, and gave a slight nod. "Please, go on," he said.
"Unless you're using your powers for me, don't just… swish-swish around the chambers like that," she declared, attempting to look stern despite the faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.
He chuckled softly. "Understood, wife. Now come to bed," he said, patting his chest instead of the mattress, making her blush deepen.
She moved sheepishly and crawled to him in bed, "Goodnight, Alaric," she murmured, trying to hide her giddiness as she settled into his arms.
"Goodnight, Salviana," he replied, his voice a low whisper against her ear.
"Sweet dreams?" she asked softly, her eyes already drifting closed.
"Sweet dreams," he echoed, his tone tender, as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
As her breathing slowed and her heartbeat softened against his chest, she sank into sleep. A faint smile tugged at her lips, as if she were already dreaming of him.
Alaric, however, gazed down at her, knowing sweet dreams were rare for someone like him. But tonight, holding her, he felt the quiet warmth of her presence, and for once, the darkness seemed a little less daunting.