The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 331: May risk your life

Chapter 331: May risk your life

Izaak came to Magnus’s side and somehow stopped him from feeding on Alora. Venus quickly pressed the handkerchief on Alora’s wrist to staunch the bleeding, her hands trembling as she applied pressure to the wound. Magnus, his eyes wild and filled with a feral hunger, growled deeply. He had lost control, consumed by his thirst for blood.

With a violent shove, Magnus pushed Izaak away, sending him flying across the room. Izaak’s back collided with the end table, which shattered under the force of the impact, sending splinters and debris scattering across the floor.

King Esmond pinned Magnus down with a strength that belied his lean frame, his muscles straining as he fought to keep his younger brother immobilized.

He then knelt beside Magnus, his hands gripping his son’s face firmly. Forcing Magnus to meet his gaze, Esmond’s eyes bore into his son’s with an intensity that was both commanding and comforting.

"Calm down," King Esmond commanded. He employed his power of hypnosis, a compulsion that Magnus couldn’t resist. Slowly, Magnus’s struggles ceased, his eyes fluttering closed.

Alora fainted, her head lolling against Venus’s stomach. Venus, her face pale with fear, called out for help. Norman, Alora’s father, was quick to rush to his daughter’s side. With a gentle but firm grip, he pulled her up, his face etched with concern.

"We will take her to the other room," said Norman, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. He guided his unconscious daughter away, with his wife and youngest daughter following closely behind. They moved swiftly, disappearing through a door at the far end of the room.

Izaak struggled to his feet, wincing in pain. His shoulder throbbed where it had struck the end table. "How could he be so strong in such a state?" he muttered, massaging his bruised shoulder with a grimace.

King Esmond’s gaze remained fixed on Magnus, who lay motionless on the bed. "Magnus has always been powerful," he said quietly. "Even among all of his siblings, his strength is unparalleled."

Esmond then turned his attention to Ralph, who had been standing near the doorway, looking anxious and worried. "Did the healer arrive?" Esmond asked.

"Not yet, Your Majesty," Ralph replied, shaking his head. "I’ll go and check," he asserted, determination in his eyes. Izaak, sensing the need for haste, followed Ralph outside. The two of them disappeared into the hallway, leaving King Esmond alone in the room with his unconscious son.

Esmond stayed beside Magnus, his fingers brushing the dark hair away from his son’s face. He sighed deeply, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions.

"Since the time you married Alora, you have been falling into danger," he said in a hushed tone. "You never cared for anyone, except for yourself. Then why now? Why have you become softer, Magnus? You could have lost your life today."

Alora’s eyes had indeed been a powerful shield, offering protection to everyone around her. But they came with life-threatening consequences, consequences that Magnus seemed to disregard in his desperation to protect her.

"Father, the healer is here!" Izaak announced with a bright smile as he entered the room, followed closely by Ralph and the healer, Josiah. As they approached, Izaak bowed respectfully to the King, who immediately rose from his seat, a look of concern etched on his face.

"Please, heal Magnus as soon as possible," the King implored.

"I will do my best, Your Majesty," Josiah replied with a calm assurance. He settled into the chair Izaak had brought for him and began preparing his healing tools.

Amidst the tension, Izaak turned to Ralph, curiosity evident in his eyes. "I almost forgot to ask you about your mate. Did you find her?"

Ralph’s expression softened, and he let out a sigh of relief. "Yes, I found her. I’ve sent her to the pack house. Thankfully, she is fine, and so is the baby."

"That’s good to hear," Izaak responded, a sense of relief evident in his voice.

"Father, weren’t you on your way to meet Gloria?" Izaak finally asked, curiosity tinged with concern.

King Esmond sighed heavily, his gaze drifting to Magnus, who lay unconscious before them. "Yes, I was. Lewis sent someone to inform me about the situation. I changed my route immediately and came here instead. Anything could have happened today," he stated, his voice laced with a mixture of worry and frustration.

Izaak could sense the depth of his father’s agitation. What was meant to be a day of joy had swiftly transformed into a nightmare. The celebratory plans were overshadowed by the urgent need to save Magnus, whose condition was dire.

"So, who killed Gloria? If it’s a vampire, then two sides may come face to face for a war," Ralph remarked, eager to know what transpired in the Head Witch’s house.

"That’s unknown for now," King Esmond replied. "Let’s stay quiet since the healer has to focus," he suggested.

Josiah found it increasingly difficult to treat Magnus. The wound was too deep, and despite using much of his power, he couldn’t bring Magnus’s pulse to a normal rate. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he concentrated, pushing himself to the limits of his abilities.

"Your Majesty," Josiah said, looking up with a grave expression, "we need to arrange fresh blood for Prince Magnus. His heart is ruptured because of the dagger, and he needs a constant blood supply."

"I will arrange the blood," Izaak responded quickly, already thinking of where he could obtain the necessary supplies.

Josiah shook his head slightly, "Your Highness, it would be best to arrange a human rather than using the blood from the supply. The freshness and potency of human blood would be more beneficial in this situation."

King Esmond, his face etched with worry, turned to Izaak. "Is Alora still unconscious?" he asked.

Izaak hesitated, knowing what his father was implying. "Father, I will arrange another human," he said, his voice steady but concerned.

King Esmond’s eyes hardened with determination. "That will take time we do not have. Bring Alora here. I want my son to heal as soon as possible. Didn’t you tell me that Alora’s blood is magical for Magnus? It would be best if she let Magnus drink more from her."

Izaak knew his father’s decision was final. There was no room for argument. Bowing his head in acknowledgment, he replied, "Yes, Father. I will bring her immediately." He turned and left the room.

~~~~~

Izaak knocked gently on the door before cautiously peeking inside the room. Alora’s parents and sister immediately rose to their feet, worry etched across their faces, while Alora herself remained unconscious on the bed.

"Father wants Alora to feed more blood to Magnus. Is she still not awake?" Izaak inquired, his voice laced with urgency.

"No, she hasn’t woken up yet. Moreover, Alora is very weak right now," replied her mother, concern deepening the lines on her face. "Why can’t His Highness take my blood instead?" Rhea offered, stepping forward with determination.

"That’s very generous of you, Lady Rhea," Izaak acknowledged with a nod. "However, it’s Alora’s blood that possesses the unique healing properties that can heal Magnus quickly. We need to wake her up, no matter how difficult it may be," he implored, glancing at the still form of Alora.

"Alright, Prince Izaak. Give me a moment. I will bring her there," said Rhea.

Izaak hummed and walked away. Norman followed him since he had to check on Magnus too.

Rhea gently sprinkled drops of water over Alora’s face, causing her to squeeze her eyes tightly before slowly regaining consciousness. As soon as her eyes fluttered open, she called out, "Magnus!" and tried to sit up, her movements frantic and her mind clouded with worry.

"What am I doing here? How’s Magnus?" Alora asked urgently, pushing away the blanket and swinging her legs off the bed, completely forgetting the pain in her wrist. "I need to be with him. Where is he?" she demanded as she attempted to stand.

"Alora, calm down! Drink some water first," Rhea said soothingly, wiping Alora’s face with a cloth and handing her a glass of water that Venus had just prepared.

Alora took a small sip before setting the glass aside. "Mother, is Magnus here?" she asked, her voice trembling with concern.

"Yes, he is. But he needs more of your blood," Rhea explained gently.

"Ah, yes. My blood heals him," Alora said. She brushed past her mother and made her way to the room where Magnus was being treated.

"Alora!" Izaak exclaimed upon seeing her enter, then turned to his father with a hopeful glance.

She stopped by the bed as she heard King Esmond’s commanding voice. "Feed your blood to Magnus. It may risk your life, but that is of no concern to me. My son’s survival is of utmost importance! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Alora replied, lowering her eyes in submission.

Norman watched his daughter with a heavy heart, sensing that Alora was being treated harshly by the King. Yet, as a subject, he dared not speak out against the ruler.

"We shall all go outside," King Esmond declared.

"Father, I will stay," Izaak insisted. He turned to Norman and gestured for him to escort the King outside, which Norman did promptly and without question.

Now, the room was left with only Alora, Izaak, the healer, and an unconscious Magnus.