Conquering His Cold Heart
Chapter 440 - 440: Slaughterhouse

After growling at his wife in fury and shutting her down, Caspian clawed out the chunk of the sofa while pulling out his hand from the armrest of the sofa and throwing it on the floor.

And without giving a chance for Anastasia to speak, he stomped toward the door.

Anastasia, on the other hand, was too stunned after hearing those razor-sharp words from the mouth of her loving husband.

Even though she had already predicted that Caspian would be furious at her and that he wouldn't be able to forgive her right away, the reality was too harsh for her.

She was so shaken by Caspian's harsh words that she was forced to wonder if she should have accepted her fate and quietly stayed back at Orsenia. At least then, she would have spared Caspian of devastating heartbreak.

*Clack* *Slam*

Anastasia got startled back to her senses when she heard the door behind her getting slammed like a crackling thunder.

"Caspian…" she whispered weakly and turned her head around, realizing that she still had a lot to clarify and a lot to say to him.

However, Caspian was no longer inside the room. He was long gone.

Even then, Anastasia got up from the sofa to follow Caspian. She didn't want to leave the matter unresolved.

At the very least, she wanted to clarify the reason behind her arrival in Sorvando so that she wouldn't have to anger Caspian once again in the future. And she definitely didn't want him to speculate things on his own and come to the wrong conclusion just like what Vincent had said.

"Caspian… wait…" she shouted as she ran toward the closed door.

However, only after taking a couple of steps, her wobbly legs gave up on her and she collapsed to the floor.

Only after falling badly, she realized how much she was trembling.

She didn't give up just yet though. She grabbed onto the table that was next to her and pulled herself up on her feet again. Then she began dragging her feet very slowly while continuously shouting, "Caspian… Caspian… Come back, please! Caspian!"

No matter how much she asked him to come back, there was no sign of him.

"Please listen to what I have to say, Caspian. Just give me a chance to speak and then you can get angry at me. I know I deserve your rage. But please allow me to clarify everything."

She was hoping that Caspian was lingering outside the door. However, when the guards outside opened the door for her, she didn't even see a shadow nearby.

Caspian was not just bluffing. He really was gone.

"John, did you see where His Majesty went?" she restlessly asked one of her guards.

John felt bad when he saw the Queen in that pitiful state – her eyes and cheeks glistening with streams of tears, her unmanaged gown, and that look of fear and shock in her eyes.

He pointed down the gallery and answered politely, "I think His Majesty went to his chamber."

Anastasia nodded her head and quickly lifted the front part of her gown so that she could run as fast as she could.

Though her legs were still trembling, she managed to move forward at a faster pace. She was too desperate to find Caspian before he went somewhere out of her reach.

By the time she reached in front of Caspian's door, she was utterly breathless. However, rather than taking a moment to catch up her breath, she looked at the guard who was standing by the door and asked him, "Is the King inside?"

The guard could obviously tell that the King and the Queen were having a fight with each other. Thus, he reluctantly answered, "Yes, Your Majesty." And before Anastasia could ask him to open the door for her, he said, "But His Majesty has asked me not to let anyone in."

Anastasia wasn't going to back down after running all the way there. She looked at that guard dead in the eyes and ordered him, "Open the door. I need to see him right now."

The guard slightly panicked when Anastasia ordered him because he was now in a difficult situation. The King had clearly said that he wanted to be left alone while the Queen wanted to go inside to see the king.

Since the King had more authority than the Queen, the guard decided to block the Queen's path. He didn't want to put his head on the line by disobeying the King's order.

"I am sorry, Your Majesty. I cannot allow you to enter the chamber," the guard said firmly.

Anastasia was already struggling with her overflowing emotions. She needed to speak to Caspian before her cowardice would return.

Thus, she looked at her guards who were standing behind her and ordered them instead, "Restrain him and open the door for me."

The King's guard panicked and protested, "My Queen! You cannot do that. The King will–"

"The King won't do anything to you. I am the one who barged in." Anastasia looked at her guards again and pointed her brows at the huge door before them.

Since the Queen's guards had sworn an oath of loyalty towards Anastasia, they weren't obliged to follow the King's command. John swiftly apprehended the King's guard while Isaac pushed the door open for the Queen.

Without wasting a second, Anastasia rushed inside and looked around. He was not in the antechamber, so she headed towards the bedchamber.

Thankfully, the door of the bedchamber was still unlocked. She pushed the door open and barged inside, only to see an empty bed.

"Caspian?"

She kept on calling for Caspian as she headed toward the bathroom, "Caspian? Where are you? Please, talk to me!"

"Casp–" Anastasia quickly opened the bathroom door, only to retreat in horror at the sight before her eyes.

"No…" She clenched her fist over her chest and kept on standing at the bathroom door, her eyes about to pop out of her skull, and her jaw about to drop to the floor.

The poor Queen was shocked as well as terrified by the sight of the bloodied room that looked no less than a slaughterhouse. There was a heap of dead bodies lying right before her feet. By the look of it, those victims had surely met their death in the cruelest way possible.

Her attention was soon garnered by a splashing sound that came from the bathtub. She wanted to avoid looking there because, from the corner of her eyes, she could tell that someone was sitting in the tub.

Anastasia didn't want to accept that it was Caspian who had killed those men and women who lay in front of her.

No matter how much she didn't want to see it, she ended up lifting her head and looking.

She felt a sharp pang in her chest at the horrifying sight of her husband sitting in the bathtub full of blood-tainted water. Goosebumps ran throughout her body when her eyes caught sight of her husband who was still grabbing a near-dead man and was draining his blood, unbothered by her presence.

She was at a loss for words when she further noticed that hollow eyes of his. There was not a sliver of emotion in those eyes. Those eyes showed no remorse, no compassion, no shame, and no nothing.

And the only thing that she could do was breathe laboriously and stare at the gruesome scene that was unfolding right in front of her.

"What the hell are you doing, Caspian? What's all this?" Anastasia finally asked in a quivering whisper.

She felt a chill shiver at her tailbone when that hollow red eyes met with her stare. For a split second, she thought that Caspian would jump out of the tub and would drag her to make her the next victim.

Instead, Caspian lifted his blood-smeared mouth from the victim's neck and gave a death glare to Anastasia.

A few drops of blood dropped down from the tips of his fangs, making Anastasia tear up and gag in fear and disgust.

Then he asked in a cold low growl, "What? Would you rather wish it was you instead of them?"