The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 322: Use your visions

Chapter 322: Use your visions

"I didn’t expect to find you here, Melody," Izaak remarked, genuine surprise coloring his voice as he entered his bedchamber. Typically, he had to send a servant to summon her, yet today she was already present, waiting for him.

"Were you waiting for me?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of amusement. "Well, did you see the wedding preparations going around in the palace? Do you like them?"

"Of course, I like them," Melody replied, stepping closer and taking his hands in hers. "I was with the Queen earlier. She showed me so many pieces of jewelry. It all feels like a dream," she said, her eyes shimmering with wonder.

"It’s not a dream. Do you want me to prove it to you?" Izaak asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

"How will His Highness prove it? By pinching my cheeks?" she teased, looking up at him with curiosity.

"No. Like this." Izaak leaned in and kissed a sensitive spot on her neck, causing her to gasp. Before she could pull away, his hand moved to the nape of her neck, holding her gently but firmly in place.

He nipped at her skin, drawing a small cry from her as her milky white skin turned red at that spot. His lips curled into a smirk as he kissed the spot tenderly.

Leaning back, Izaak gazed into her eyes. "Now, do you realize all of this is real?" he asked softly.

"Yes," Melody whispered, clutching the fabric of her dress tightly. She noticed the transformation in his eyes, the pupils now a striking shade of crimson. Her breath hitched as she caught sight of the small fangs peeking from behind his lips.

"What are you thinking? Say it," Izaak demanded, his voice filled with concern as he noticed the troubled look in Melody’s eyes.

Melody shook her head, forcing a smile. "It’s nothing." She felt it wasn’t the right time to bring up the past, especially not during such a beautiful moment when Izaak seemed so delighted.

Izaak squinted his eyes in suspicion, clearly unconvinced by her answer. But before he could press further, a knock on the door interrupted them. Izaak turned around, instinctively positioning himself protectively in front of Melody.

"Come in," Izaak called out, his voice firm and authoritative. The door creaked open slowly.

"Your Highness," Zerah said, bowing deeply, "Prince Magnus is here to see you."

Izaak glanced back at Melody, his eyes silently conveying the message for her to stay behind. With a final reassuring look, he stepped into the adjoining chamber where Prince Magnus awaited.

"Is everything alright?" Izaak asked, his tone was both a mix of curiosity and concern. "You were unusually quiet during breakfast, and I noticed you returned quite late last night. What kept you out so late? Are you troubled that Damien isn’t dead and he might harm Alora?"

"No. I have full confidence in Alora’s ability to protect herself," Magnus said with a serious expression. "My concern lies not with her resilience but with the potential schemes Damien might be plotting against us. Furthermore, the vision you had has been troubling me deeply. I feel compelled to take action to alter whatever fate it predicts."

Izaak stared at his brother, incredulous. "Is this for real, Magnus? I’ve told you repeatedly that no one can change the visions I’ve had. Instead of trying to defy them, you should focus on preparing Alora for whatever challenges may come. She’s not a child anymore. If something is fated to occur, it will happen regardless of what we do to prevent it," he said with a tone of finality.

"You don’t understand my position," Magnus snapped, his frustration evident.

"Then why are you here?" Izaak asked, his voice softening. "You came to me because you value my insights. Magnus, I understand that Alora’s heart is gentle and that, for any child, their mother is an irreplaceable figure, no matter how old they get. But we cannot control everything. We’re not gods, and there are limits to what we can influence," Izaak explained, his words blending sympathy with a firm dose of reality.

"My heart shatters at the thought of Alora in distress," Magnus said, his voice filled with anguish. "You don’t know what it was like when I first met her. She was consumed by worry for her mother only. You know how fiercely protective I am when something precious to me is in danger, even just a little. I was on the brink of annihilating her entire family, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Her mother never harbored any hatred toward her for having those eyes. And now your vision—it suggests that Alora might be driven to take her own life out of guilt."

Izaak sighed deeply, leaning back in his seat and rubbing his forehead in frustration. "Magnus, you’re letting your emotions cloud your judgment. Alora needs to understand that her eyes, which are a part of who she is, can also bring about great peril. Life isn’t always about roses and sunshine," he remarked, his tone stern.

Magnus’s face darkened with anger. "What did you just say?" he snapped, rising from his seat. In a swift, heated motion, he grabbed Izaak by the collar of his overcoat, his eyes blazing with fury.

Izaak quickly grabbed Magnus’s wrists, trying to calm him down. "You won’t get any help from me if you’re going to resort to violence," Izaak said firmly.

"I don’t need your help!" Magnus shot back, yanking his hands-free and turning away in frustration. He ran his fingers through his hair, clearly conflicted, and made to leave.

But Izaak reached out and caught his arm, pulling him back gently. "Magnus, you need to pull yourself together," Izaak said, his voice turned softer this time. He was aware of Magnus’s nature when it came to Alora.

"Let go of my arm," Magnus said, his voice laced with frustration.

Izaak held his ground, not releasing his grip. "Stop acting like a child," he retorted, stepping in front of Magnus. Placing his hands firmly on Magnus’s shoulders, he met his brother’s intense gaze with a steady and resolute look. "We’re vampires, Magnus. We have to rise above our emotions and focus on what needs to be done. I’m here to help you. Let’s work together to prevent this from happening."

Magnus’s expression softened as he met his brother’s gaze, the anger in his eyes giving way to a more determined resolve. "Tell me what we need to do," he said, his tone now serious and focused.

"We need to locate Damien before he can make any move against us and eliminate him once and for all," Magnus declared, his voice filled with a cold determination.

"And how do we find him?" Izaak inquired, his brow furrowed in thought.

"I don’t have the answers," Magnus admitted, his jaw clenched tightly. "That’s where you come in. Use your visions or any other means at your disposal. But we need to find that bastard before he can strike again."

"It’s not easy for me," Izaak said, his voice tinged with frustration. "I can’t control when I see visions. You know that well."

"Then you need to learn how," Magnus insisted, his tone urgent and impatient.

"Seriously, Magnus?" Izaak let out a dry chuckle, dropping his hands from his brother’s shoulders. "Do you really think it’s that simple? We can’t dictate when or how these visions come. We’re not in a position to control anyone’s fate or alter the natural order of things. The cycle of life and death is beyond our influence. In fact, no one has that power."

Magnus’s expression hardened with frustration. "You’re not offering me any real help," he said, his voice sharp. Without another word, he turned sharply and, with a burst of frustration, vanished from sight as if he were a wisp of smoke dissolving into the air, leaving Izaak alone in the chamber.

"Should I speak with Alora about this?" Izaak murmured to himself, his brow knitted with worry. The sight of Magnus so unsettled was unlike anything he’d ever witnessed, and it truly worried him. He found himself wishing he had the power to hide his own thoughts from his younger brother, to shield him from the burden of what he had seen.

"Your Highness, is everything well?" Zerah asked, stepping into the room with a look of concern.

"Yes, everything is fine," Izaak replied, his voice carrying a veneer of reassurance. He turned to face Zerah, his forced smile betraying the strain he felt inside.

As Zerah left the room, Izaak took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He then headed back to the bedchamber where Melody awaited him.

She stood up to see Izaak. "Why is this troubling on your face, Prince Izaak?"

He was hesitant to tell her, but then he finally said, "Magnus is upset with me. I can’t help him this time. It’s difficult... It’s impossible," he affirmed.

"I thought nothing was impossible for Prince Izaak," Melody commented, asking him to tell her the matter.