The Masked Vampire King's Accidental Bride
Chapter 52: Take advantage of him

Chapter 52: Take advantage of him

After a few minutes, the car finally pulled into the driveway of the palace, and Sebastian looked at the sleeping girl before pinching the bridge of his nose.

Why does it feel like it has become his job to carry this sleeping princess all the time?

He walked to the other side of the car and picked her up gently, his gaze stopping at her innocent face before he pressed her closer to his chest.

Miss Zoya immediately rushed out to greet the princess, excited to know all about her day and the new friends she must’ve made, and the chef went out of the kitchen to ask if the princess wanted to eat something. However, when they saw the prince entering the palace with her sleeping in his arms, they were disappointed.

Miss Zoya greeted the prince and was about to turn and leave when she gazed at the princess’s attire, and her eyes narrowed.

"Prince Sebastian, when did you buy these clothes for the princess?" Miss Zoya asked.

Though the princess looked good in this type of clothing, as far as she remembered, this wasn’t what the princess usually wore.

She walked to the couple and noticed the handprints on her neck before she sniffed the princess’s hair. Her hair didn’t smell like the hair product she had bought for the princess only, and it felt like they were washed just a couple of hours ago.

The smell was a complete contrast.

Miss Zoya looked at the princess’s slightly pale face before she grabbed the princess’s hand and looked at her knuckles. As she had guessed, they were indeed red and swollen.

Miss Zoya’s eyes dilated slightly before she looked at the prince for answers.

’I got a report from Blue. Apparently, a few boys cornered her and tried to molest her. However, she fought them all diligently. She hasn’t spoken a word about it. I am waiting for her input on this. So I can’t tell you what exactly happened,’ Sebastian used the mind link to talk to Miss Zoya so that Elliana doesn’t find out that he already knows about the matter.

"Do you think she should bathe again?" Miss Zoya asked him, and he shook his head.

"She is probably tired and shocked after today’s events and wants some rest. Let’s wait for her to wake up," Sebastian said gruffly and ascended the stairs to go to their room.

"Mr. Marino," Elliana murmured, and Sebastian felt tempted to know what she was thinking about.

He stared at the girl’s sleeping form before gently placing her on the bed and removing her shoes. He looked at her calloused feet and the scratches on her ankles before sighing. If she had been a vampire, her wounds would have healed already.

He traced her scratches with his index finger and looked at the girl, who giggled before moving her legs as if his touch was like a bug crawling up her legs.

As he looked at her, flailing her legs, his lips twitched a bit, and he placed his finger in the middle of her ankle before rubbing it gently to tickle her.

"Hehe," Elliana giggled, and Sebastian’s lips twitched again. This voice was too cute to not want to hear it again.

After a few seconds, he stopped and climbed up the bed before taking off his overcoat and coat. He placed the coat beside his pillow and unbuttoned the top three buttons, exposing his white-creamy chest. He then proceeded to roll his sleeves to his elbows.

He had a tough day too.

The constant increase in the rogue vampires and no link for who is behind this is taking a toll on him. Every time they find something worth following, they end up with a dead end, and it’s quite infuriating, not to mention the royal family who had been doing anything and everything in their power to keep him away from the kingdom’s affairs.

As he lay on his side of the bed to relax for a few minutes before taking the meeting with the vampire Dukes of Asia, deep in his thoughts, he was surprised when Elliana snuggled closer to him.

He looked down at the girl, shuffling closer to him slowly as if she was sneaking at him, seeking warmth, and sighed.

This girl seriously doesn’t care about who she is with, does she? Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose and was about to pull her blanket over her when she placed her hand on his exposed chest, hugging him tightly with her head placed on his chest.

As if that wasn’t enough, she sniffed his chest like she was some kind of animal before planting her lips on his exposed chest. To say he was shocked by her shamelessness would be an understatement.

This rogue girl! How can a girl act like this? He wanted to scold her, but her calm heart told him she was in a deep slumber. She probably didn’t know it was him she was hugging in her sleep.

Wait. Does that mean the princess would’ve done the same if there had been another man in his place?

Remembering how that council head’s son and mayor’s son acted so close to her, throwing their hands on her shoulder and pulling her close, his expression changed before he looked at the smiling girl in his arms.

"Do you have any idea how much you infuriate me? How much do you annoy me? Stop acting like you are the most innocent here. I know you are not," Sebastian said to her, even though he knew she wasn’t listening.

He grabbed her hand that was traveling under his shirt, trying to find more comfort, and placed it above his shirt and closed his eyes. However, only a few seconds passed when her hand traveled under his shirt once again, and he knitted his brows.

Even after two more times when she didn’t stop, he heaved an annoyed sigh and looked at the blanket with rage.

So much for a calming rest! He growled inside his head.

He picked up the blanket and wrapped it around her. Once satisfied with his artwork, he stood from his place before wearing his coat and overcoat.

He gazed at the girl before locking his jaws. With a thought to pinch her cheeks for how she was trying to take advantage of him a few seconds ago, he walked to her.

However, one look at her peaceful sleeping face was enough for him to drop the idea, and he exited the room, not before slamming the door behind him.

Miss Zoya, who entered the corridor to ask the prince if they should call a doctor for the princess, looked at the scene and scrunched her brows.

She walked to the room and knocked twice. When no one replied, she opened the door, and the scene that greeted her was beyond what she had imagined.

Miss Zoya didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the Prince’s childishness.

On the bed, the princess was wrapped in a blanket like a cocoon wrapped in thread, with only her face visible. She almost looked like an Egyptian mummy in her sleeping form.

No matter what anyone said, the princess was too cute for her own good. Miss Zoya sighed.

After an hour~~

"Is the princess awake?" Sebastian asked through the mind link as soon as his meeting with the Duke ended, and Miss Zoya hummed with an amused smile.

"What happened?" He asked as he took his overcoat off and placed it on his shoulder.

"It’s nothing, Prince. Are you free now? Are you coming down to the hall?" Miss Zoya asked, and he hummed vaguely before putting off the link.

Something was definitely going on. The way Miss Zoya replied was like she was barely controlling her laughter. Why was she smiling so hard? Sebastian thought. However, it wasn’t long before his questions were answered.

As he descended the stairs and neared the living room, the livid voice of the Princess filled with excitement reached his ears.

"And then he grabbed me like this. But was I a fool? Of course, not. I had to do something to counter it. How could I taint Mr. Marino’s name? I am the young prince’s wife now. I grabbed his hand like this, and without a warning, I threw him away like -" Elliana practically threw the guard, who landed on the prince’s foot.

Sebastian looked at the guard, who widened his eyes at the Prince’s presence and bowed to him before standing.

"Sir -" the guards started, but Sebastian glared at him, immediately shutting the guard as he looked at the girl who was too busy in her world.

"Like that. Was it good? Did I fight like a heroine? Did it look like I was in some kind of action movie? Hey, I am sorry. I was so excited that I didn’t -" Elliana’s words paused when she turned to the guard and noticed the prince standing there with a neutral look in his eyes.

"I... Mr. Marino, I actually ..." Elliana looked at Miss Zoya, who was barely controlling her smile, and the chef, who immediately rushed inside the kitchen.

She thinned her lips and looked at her feet like a naughty kid, and Sebastian didn’t know what to say to her.

He walked to her slowly. Every step he took increased the princess’s heartbeat, and he could hear it very well. Her reaction was pleasing to him. Her gaze wavered as she kept looking at her feet, afraid of what the prince would think of her.

Sebastian looked at the girl, who was now dressed in a yellow sundress, and his gaze moved to the large scratches on her legs that had been hidden under the jeans earlier.

He stopped right in front of her before placing a finger under her chin and lifting her face, forcing her to look at him.

"Naughty girl," he murmured, and Elliana’s eyes dilated at the softness in his voice.

"You did good," he said, and her eyes widened even more at the compliment.

"I did great? See, I knew. Are you happy that I fought back? What do you think of my actions and woahhh!" Elliana squealed when he bent and picked her in his arms, bridal style.

He looked down at her wide eyes that looked back at him with such innocence that all his malice towards her was sent to somewhere in the corner of his heart.

He sighed and sat on the couch before placing her feet on his lap and couch.

"Bring the ointment," Sebastian looked at Miss Zoya, who was shell-shocked to see the prince touching Princess’s foot like this.

"Mr. Marino, what are you doing? This is not appropriate. You are my husband. You shouldn’t be touching my feet like this. How can I let the prince of the vampire kingdom touch my feet? Please leave my feet. I will apply the ointment myself. Mr. Marino, plea -" Elliana’s voice stuck in her mouth when Sebastian held her thighs and pulled her with a jerk, so close that their faces were only an inch apart.