The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 264: Want to sleep with you

Chapter 264: Want to sleep with you

"Are you involved with a commoner?" Queen Margaret questioned her son, summoning him for a discussion in the presence of King Esmond. "You’ve chosen a woman from the streets to be your future wife without even once consulting me," she remarked, her tone laced with anger and disappointment.

"Mother, please do not refer to Melody in such disparaging terms. She deserves respect," Izaak retorted firmly.

"She was once sold in a slave market. Zerah informed me of everything, yet your father saw fit not to inform me of such a significant decision," Margaret continued, her gaze now fixed on King Esmond.

Meanwhile, Izaak shot a sharp glance at Zerah, a feeling of betrayal coursing through him.

"Zerah, go out," Izaak demanded privacy with his parents. He immediately complied with the order and left the chamber.

"Izaak thinks Melody isn’t like his former four wives from whom he only got betrayal. Moreover, Melody is a woman with limited desires, her chief one is the desire to have a house and a family," Esmond stated, telling his wife to let Izaak what he wanted to do.

"Your Majesty, I know such women. We are the royal family. How am I supposed to let a begger enter this palace and not just a servant, but Izaak’s wife?!!!" Margaret shrieked as chills ran down her spine.

"Mother, why do you have to such harsh words for Melody? I love her and I intend to marry her. I am in a position to marry the woman of my choice. Please be respectful to my choice," Izaak stated. He did not want to lose his temper on his mother.

"I won’t permit you to marry her. You’re simply infatuated with her, nothing more," Margaret declared firmly.

Esmond glanced at Izaak, silently urging him to speak up for himself.

"I saw her in my vision, Mother," Izaak responded calmly. "And there are nobles who are more dishonorable than commoners like Melody. My fourth wife was an example of that. At least, Melody desires only a life of happiness. Mother, I don’t feel the need to justify why I want to marry her. If you cannot respect my choice, then please refrain from commenting," he requested assertively, unafraid of the Queen’s disapproval.

Esmond realized Izaak was reluctant to disclose the details of his past wife’s actions, prompting him to take it upon himself to elaborate. "His fourth wife was pregnant, but she aborted the child before anyone was aware. Izaak confided in me about it one day," he explained somberly, addressing Queen Margaret.

Margaret’s eyes widened in disbelief as she turned her gaze towards Izaak. "Why did you withhold this from me?" she inquired sharply, struggling to comprehend why Izaak had kept such a significant truth concealed from them for so long.

"I saw no necessity in discussing it. I resolved the matter definitively, rendering any further discussion irrelevant," Izaak responded firmly, his tone reflecting his anger.

"Can Mother not accept the fault in me? I’ve come to appreciate humans more than vampires. Alora began to change my perspective, and meeting Melody has completely altered it. I used to disdain humans, yet they possess a warmth that resonates with me. My own kind failed to understand me, particularly those four," Izaak muttered. His frustration evident in his words though he restrained himself from cursing since he was mindful of his position.

Esmond and Margaret exchanged glances with each other. "That’s why I also didn’t say anything to Izaak. Let him do what he wants. He is already so old. It’s better to find a human than no one. At least, he is willing to give himself one more chance," Esmond stated with a smile.

"Forgive me, son. You should have discussed this with me earlier," Margaret pleaded softly, her expression reflecting guilt for inadvertently reopening Izaak’s old wounds. She rose gracefully from her seat and approached him, her footsteps deliberate yet filled with concern. With tenderness, she reached out and gently caressed his head, her touch a silent reassurance of her maternal love and regret.

"I am just conscious of what people would say. You are no ordinary man; you are the first prince and the future King of this kingdom," Margaret explained, her voice tinged with both apprehension and maternal protectiveness as she articulated her reservations about his relationship with Melody.

"People will always talk, Mother. You don’t need to pay heed to them," Izaak replied calmly, lifting his head to meet her gaze.

"Melody may come from a humble background, but our meeting was fated. I never imagined I would encounter a woman who would become my future wife. And this was the first time I got a vision regarding a woman who I started loving," he confessed sincerely, his words carrying both conviction and vulnerability.

"Indeed, it was fate, else you would not have received such a vision. You should go and have your dinner. And forgive me for using those words," Margaret opined gently, withdrawing her hand from Izaak’s as he nodded in understanding. Standing gracefully, he bid them goodnight with a courteous nod, his departure from the chamber marked by an air of solemnity.

"The twisted fates of our children have affected them for a long time. But they are finding happiness now," Esmond remarked softly, his voice carrying a mix of relief and sadness as he approached his queen. Placing a warm hand on her shoulder, he offered her comfort through his touch, a silent acknowledgment of the burdens they both bore.

Meanwhile, as Izaak stepped outside, Zerah approached him with an apology tinged with regret. "I couldn’t refuse to answer the Queen’s questions," he explained earnestly, his demeanor remained respectful and apologetic.

"You called Melody a street woman," Izaak stated firmly, his voice betraying a hint of disappointment and reproach.

"I never used those words, Your Highness. Please trust me," Zerah responded, his gaze fixed on the ground as a sign of deference and sincerity.

Izaak paused for a moment, contemplating Zerah’s words, his expression unreadable as he processed the information. Without uttering another word, he turned and walked towards his chamber.

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Melody was taken aback by the sheer amount of food spread across the table. She knew that vampires typically adhered to a restricted diet, so the lavish feast laid out before her was both surprising and perplexing.

Her eyes roamed over the numerous dishes, trying to make sense of why such an extravagant meal had been prepared. As she mentally tallied the plates, the sound of Freya greeting the prince pulled her attention away.

Melody quickly stood up from her seat, her gaze shifting to Izaak. The prince’s expression was troubled, his brow furrowed as if he had just finished a heated argument.

"Everyone, leave!" Izaak commanded sharply. His voice echoed through the chamber, and within moments, the room was empty.

"Can you use your right hand?" Izaak asked as he closed the gap between them. He held her wrist tenderly. "The swelling has gone. I think it’s healing faster," he whispered.

"Yes. The royal physician checked my hand this evening and said I can use it for small chores now," Melody replied, meeting his eyes. She noticed his gaze had softened, a rare gentleness replacing his usual stern demeanor. "Is everything fine, Your Highness?" she asked hesitantly.

"Why? Do I look unwell to you?" Izaak responded, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity.

"Hmm. Your face suggests you had an argument with someone," Melody observed, her voice soft yet perceptive.

Izaak smiled, a faint chuckle escaping his lips as he nodded. "Just a small one. Let’s have dinner first. You need to keep your diet in check. You eat too little, which is why you’re so thin and weak."

Melody was taken aback, realizing the large feast was prepared for her. Izaak gently guided her to a chair and took a seat across from her. The array of dishes before her seemed overwhelming.

"How can I possibly eat all this? I have a small stomach," Melody murmured, picking up a spoon to taste the meat soup first. The rich, savory flavor surprised her, and she took another sip.

Izaak began eating as well, and the two shared a surprisingly pleasant meal. Despite her efforts, many dishes remained untouched for her. Melody, feeling full and unable to eat another bite, politely refused more food.

Izaak called in the servants, who swiftly and efficiently cleared the table, removing the leftover dishes before cleaning the table.

Once again, they were left alone. Melody turned to Izaak, hesitating before asking, "Don’t you wish to go to your chamber, Your Highness?"

"You never asked me why I killed my wives," Izaak said suddenly, his voice carrying an unexpected weight.

"His Highness did tell me the reasons," Melody replied carefully. "Moreover, I didn’t intend to cause you pain by bringing up such a sensitive topic," she added gently.

"I want to make you my wife. I will do it soon," Izaak pronounced with a firm, unwavering gaze.

Melody was startled by his sudden confession. Her eyes widened, and she felt her heart race as she tried to process his words. Her gaze remained fixated on him, her fingers curling nervously in her lap. A hue of red spread across her cheeks, betraying her surprise and confusion.

Before she could respond, Izaak stood up and crossed the distance between them in an instant. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a swift, unexpected kiss. Melody’s eyes widened even more, and she pulled away, looking at him in astonishment.

"I want to sleep with you tonight. I’ll wait for you in my chamber. Come soon. Don’t make me wait," he said, his voice low and commanding. With a blink of an eye, he disappeared from her sight, leaving her alone with her racing thoughts and pounding heart.