The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 307: It’s affecting us

Chapter 307: It’s affecting us

Scarlet looked at the documents on which Alaric had been working for the past few days, her eyes narrowing as she read through the dense text. "Damien Von Grimm..." she murmured, the name sending a chill down her spine. She couldn’t fathom why Alaric would be investigating someone like Damien, who was no more.

"Scarlet, what are you doing here?" Alaric’s voice broke through her thoughts as he entered the study room, his tone carrying a hint of concern. "I was looking for you in the bedchamber," he added, his eyes falling on the papers in her hands. He immediately understood that Scarlet had seen what he hadn’t intended to share.

"Isn’t Damien dead? Why are you looking into him, Alaric?" Scarlet questioned, her voice tinged with worry and confusion.

Alaric sighed and took the documents from her gently. "Damien is immortal like us. We highly doubt he is dead," he explained, placing the papers inside a drawer and locking it securely. He then met his wife’s gaze, trying to reassure her with his calm demeanor.

"Are your brothers also looking into this?" Scarlet inquired, her curiosity piqued and her concern growing.

"No. They are busy with other matters," Alaric replied, a hint of frustration in his voice.

"They’re busy with their own lives. They don’t care about all this like Prince Alaric does. Damien is dead. We all saw it with our own eyes," Scarlet pronounced, her tone firm as she tried to convince herself as much as him.

"I understand your concern," Alaric said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Let’s head to bed now. It’s late."

"You won’t look into it anymore, Alaric. Promise me," Scarlet insisted, her eyes pleading with him.

Alaric glanced at her with a bewildered expression, surprised by the intensity of her fear. "I won’t be harmed. You don’t need to worry so much," he asserted, trying to soothe her anxieties.

"Let Prince Magnus handle this matter. I request you," Scarlet urged earnestly.

"Of course, he is also working on this case. However, I cannot take a step back when my brothers need me. Scarlet, my work and my personal life are two different things. You should know this," Alaric affirmed, his tone firm yet gentle. "What are you scared of? Why don’t you tell me?"

Scarlet’s eyes welled up with unshed tears as she looked at him, frustration and sadness mingling in her gaze. "You don’t give me enough time. All you do is work. Is this the way we’re going to grow a family? When I look at the others, I feel we aren’t the same as them," Scarlet finally said, her voice breaking with emotion.

Alaric couldn’t believe his ears. Scarlet was comparing them with other couples. What was the need for it? He tried his best to be a good husband to her. It hurt him deeply because Scarlet thought his care and affection were less compared to others.

"I am not able to show my emotions well in front of others. Didn’t I tell you this?" Alaric asked, his gaze locked onto hers, searching for understanding in hers.

"I never said that, Alaric. However, I feel as a prince you aren’t supposed to work all the time. Prince Izaak will marry a human soon and I’ve heard how much they enjoy with each other. He doesn’t work a lot because he knows not every matter needs his attention. I also know he’s not looking into this case. It’s only you, who wants to engross yourself in work," Scarlet stated, her gaze accusatory and filled with disappointment.

Alaric felt a stab of pain at her words. He had always believed his dedication to his duties was for the greater good, but now he saw how it was affecting Scarlet.

"Scarlet, Brother Izaak is different. But my responsibilities are different. I have always been the one to take on more because I can handle it. I thought you understood that," he explained, his voice tinged with sorrow.

"But you are not the one who will be the next King. Why do you have to work more than him?" Scarlet questioned with exasperation.

The question struck a nerve with Alaric, and his patience reached its limit. "What exactly do you want from me, Scarlet? Don’t tell me you wish for me to be on the throne," he said, his tone sharp, trying to grasp what was truly on her mind.

Scarlet looked taken aback by his response. "No, I never said that," she clarified quickly, her voice softening. "I just meant that you’re the second prince. You don’t need to take on so much responsibility. It’s affecting us—our relationship, our life together."

Alaric’s face hardened, a mix of frustration and hurt flashing across his features. "If you feel this way, maybe you should leave," he said, his voice colder than he intended, unable to hide the sting of his words.

Scarlet’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Huh? Why are you upset?" she asked.

"I’m not sleepy anymore," Alaric replied, his tone clipped as he turned away from her. He needed space to cool off, to process his emotions.

"Alaric! Please stop!" Scarlet called out desperately, stepping into his path and blocking his way. "Why did you suddenly get so angry? All I want is for you to work less and focus on us more," she implored, her eyes filling with tears.

Alaric’s expression was a mask of anguish as he struggled to maintain his composure. He couldn’t bring himself to meet her gaze, the weight of their argument pressing heavily on him. His mind raced with conflicting emotions—frustration, guilt, and a deep-seated sadness.

"I just... I need some space," he said, his voice strained as he averted his eyes. With a heavy sigh, he brushed past her. He walked out of the room, his steps echoing down the corridor, leaving Scarlet standing alone. The dim light cast long shadows around her, mirroring the growing distance between them.

Scarlet watched him go and her heart ached because Alaric didn’t get her words.

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