The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 153: The Drunk Alora

Chapter 153: The Drunk Alora

As Alora continued giggling, Magnus couldn’t help but admire her in her drunkard state. She ended up drinking more wine at the welcoming party for her and was totally wasted. Her cheeks were flushed fully red and its spread reached till her ears.

"The trees are moving," Alora said, her face and her hands stuck to the window of the carriage as she kept her gaze outside. "Is this earthquake? Why is everything shaking?" she murmured and promptly retreated from the window to look at Magnus.

"Why are we sitting? We shall run," Alora stated and she stood up from her seat. In the moving carriage, she ended up falling. However, Magnus’s swift reaction saved her from landing on the coach. He held her tightly in his embrace, his strong arms wrapped around her, keeping her securely on his lap.

"There’s no earthquake," Magnus whispered, he brushed her hair to the back of her hair, "you are drunk."

"No. How can I be drunk?" Alora refused his claim. "I never get drunk, Your Highness. I’m a good girl," she asserted.

Magnus chuckled to hear her statement. Why did she look sweeter in this drunk state? Her finger poked his cheek and she began pulling them.

"Alora... Ahhh!" Magnus screamed as she pulled his cheeks harder and he had to apply his strength to remove her hands from her cheeks. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks after that sudden pull.

The chauffeur in the driving seat thought something intimate was going on between the couples and he ended up smiling.

Magnus had a hard time keeping Alora quiet in this state and finally, they arrived at the palace. Alora stepped at the footplate, but Magnus carried her in his arms to make sure she would not trip and injure herself.

Magnus brought Alora to the bedchamber and settled her on the soft mattress. She half-opened her eyes, feeling the discomfort in the gown. She moved her hands to her corset but was unable to untie the tight knots on it.

"I’ll help," Magnus said and let her hand rest on either side of her head. He loosened her gown after removing the corset’s silk threads. He got on his knees and then, removed the sandals she had worn.

Selvina walked in and told Magnus she would help the Princess change into comfortable clothing. Her gaze remained low in front of the prince.

"Do it," Magnus said and walked out of the chamber. He removed the broach from the scarf and put it on the dressing table while Tobias stood at least two meters away from him.

"Did you find something related to the Night Saviors Group?" Magnus asked as he unbuttoned his waistcoat.

"I’ve sent someone to the place, where Rubin claimed it is present," informed Tobias.

Magnus turned around as he was now in his silk shirt and trousers. "Is Rubin still awaiting me?" he inquired.

"I sent him home since it was already late, Your Highness," Tobias replied. "Rubin didn’t look happy. Seeing his expressions, it seemed he was feeling betrayed," he asserted.

"I’ll see him tomorrow," Magnus said.

"I’ll send a message to Rubin to come in the evening then," Tobias stated.

"No, I’ll go to his place," Magnus proclaimed.

Tobias wondered if something was going on in Magnus’s head, but he refrained from asking the prince. "The bathhouse is ready for the Prince," he then stated.

"Hmm."

Tobias walked away while Magnus headed to the bathhouse.

After having a bath, he returned to the bedchamber and found Alora peacefully sleeping inside the sheets. Her cheeks were still red. Again a smile carved on his lips to see her and he couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her forehead.

As he slipped inside the sheets after blowing off all the candles, except for her, he heard Alora say,

"I can see everything. My mother..." Her words trailed off after a slight murmur.

Magnus stroked her hair, his fingers stroking her hair. Even in her sleep, Alora would think about seeing with naked eyes.

Alora turned to his side, her face lay now before her, just an inch away. Her lips were slightly parted, showing her front teeth as air escaped that gap, fanning Magnus’s lips and nose.

Alora was tired and like a baby, she looked in her sleep.

"How could she be this peaceful? Why does it feel so joyous just to watch her sleep?" Magnus murmured, his heart thumping slowly.

If Alora weren’t drunk, Magnus would have kissed her until his thirst would quench.

His train of thought was derailed as Alora’s hand gently settled on his chest in her slumber. Magnus instinctively moved to shift her hand when her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze.

"Magnus," Alora murmured softly.

"Hmm?"

Alora leaned in, brushing her lips against his, then pulled back slightly. "Your lips..." She hesitated for a moment, her fingers delicately tracing his lips, causing a flutter in his throat. "They taste sweet."

"Go to sleep, you are drunk," Magnus said.

"No. I never get drunk," Alora replied. She advanced to him further and nibbled his lips this time. The resistance broke as he kissed her back, his hand resting on the side of her head, her hair entangling with his fingers.

Magnus broke the kiss, and they both gasped for air. He found her eyes shining and it astonished him. On rare occasions, Magnus witnessed such eyes of hers.

"You should sleep. You are tired," he whispered.

"Uh-huh," Alora shook her head and traced her fingers on his eyebrows. Suddenly tears emerged in her eyes, "I thought I would be left alone in this world. I thought I was not beautiful enough to grab any man’s attention."

"You’ve no idea what your beauty does to me, especially your eyes. Don’t cry now. It’s not an occasion to cry," Magnus said as he smiled a little.

"But I want to cry," Alora said. The tears were on the verge of escaping her eyes.

"No. Hold your tears and close your eyes. It’s late and you need a good rest," Magnus said.

Alora complied with him and closed her eyes. Her eyelashes turned wet and she again drifted off to sleep.

Magnus couldn’t help but smile before wiping her eyes.

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