The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 341: Habit of judging

Chapter 341: Habit of judging

Alora attended the mourning ceremony of her grandmother. Her family was astonished to see her awake because, until early that morning, they had received news that Alora would wake up after a year.

Magnus took it upon himself to explain Alora’s quick transformation to her bewildered relatives.

Norman approached them, an expression of deep regret etched on his face. "I owe both of you an apology," he began, his voice filled with remorse. "My one wrong decision of not letting my mother get punished earlier led to a series of unfortunate incidents."

"It’s alright, Norman," Magnus said, his tone measured. "I was in so much rage that I ripped your mother’s heart out. Because of the old woman, Alora is no longer human," he stated, glancing at his wife, who stood a little distance away with her mother and sister.

Norman’s shoulders slumped as he sighed. "Yes, she couldn’t live much of her life as a human. I was the one who caused so many troubles for Alora from her childhood. I wish I could provide her the happiness that every child deserves," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret.

Magnus’s expression softened slightly. "There’s no use in remorse anymore," he said. "I’ll make sure to fill her each day with joy," he added, determination clear in his voice.

"I completely trust Your Highness," Norman replied. "But what surprises me is how Alora has such good control over her thirst for blood. In the case of Elliot, he almost went berserk," he remarked, astonished.

Magnus nodded thoughtfully. "Norman, your daughter has always been a blessing in disguise for you. You refused to see her worth for a long time—almost twenty-four years. Alora is different from any normal human around her. Her kindness and good heart are her strengths. She’s magical; that’s why she’s unique in everything," he elaborated.

Norman nodded, noticing the pride that radiated from Magnus whenever he spoke of Alora. His gaze always held an unexplainable depth of affection for her, a testament to the love he felt for his wife.

"Your Highness, I have understood how blessed I am to have Alora as my eldest child. She is truly special. Despite what my mother and I did to her, she is here to give her last tribute to her grandmother," Norman stated, wiping the tears from the edges of his eyes.

Magnus smiled, recognizing the sincerity in Norman’s words. It was clear that he had changed, finally understanding the value of his daughter. Magnus turned his gaze to Alora, who was in tears. She wasn’t mourning her grandmother’s death at his hands, but rather, she was sorrowful for her mother, who could have perished if Magnus hadn’t intervened timely.

"We should go to them," Magnus told Norman, moving ahead. He stopped beside Alora and gently placed his large hand on her head.

"Don’t cry anymore," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to her sorrow.

Alora looked up, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Magnus stood before her, his thumbs gently wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Everything is fine now," Magnus reassured her, his voice filled with tenderness.

Alora managed a small, shaky smile, finding comfort in his presence.

~~~~~

"What excuse do you wish to give me today?" Lillian asked, gazing sternly at Lewis. She noticed his hands were locked behind his back, as if he was hiding something from her.

"Last night, why didn’t you tell me that Damien is out there? I would have come to help! Do you also consider me weak like my brothers do? That’s why they keep me away from all these matters," she demanded, her voice filled with frustration.

"Princess Lillian, there was no time to involve any of the royal ladies from the palace. Also, your brothers don’t wish their little sister to get injured in any way," Lewis stated, stopping just a few steps from her. He slowly brought his hands forward and presented her favorite white roses. "For you," he whispered.

Lillian’s mood instantly changed at the sight of the flowers. "H-how did you find out that I like these?" she asked, her voice softening along with her gaze.

Lewis smiled gently, pleased by her reaction. "I pay attention to the details, Lily."

"Don’t play with words with me. Who told you that I like white roses? Was it Brother Izaak or Brother Alaric?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Prince Magnus," Lewis replied.

Lillian was surprised. Out of the three brothers, she hadn’t anticipated Magnus would even know about this.

"It seems you aren’t close to Prince Magnus," Lewis stated.

"No, I am not. He is not good to me," Lillian truthfully told him whatever she felt regarding her third brother.

Lillian blushed slightly, taking the bouquet from him. "Thank you for these flowers, Lewis. They’re beautiful," she murmured, inhaling the delicate fragrance of the flowers.

As she began setting them in a vase, she heard Lewis speak again. "Prince Magnus loves you the most. He knows a lot about you. I think the differences lie because you become blunt with him."

Lillian turned around, gazing at him with confusion. "Brother Magnus reads minds. He doesn’t care for anyone else around him, except for his dear wife, Alora," she remarked with a taunt. "He even threatened to put me to a long sleep when I said something," she muttered in annoyance.

"Lily, if someone says bad about my wife, then I’ll definitely react the same was as Prince Magnus reacted with you," Lewis stated and closed the distance between them. He pressed his finger on her lips before she could speak.

"Lily, try to change yourself. You need not to find faults in everything. Try to look at a brighter aspect. Do you understand?" Lewis asked her.

Lillian lowered his finger from her mouth. "You think I’ve this fault of judging people!?"

"No. It’s not a fault. However, you’ve built a habit of judging everyone wrongly," Lewis said. "I don’t find problem with it, but others may not understand you. After all, you won’t show them your real self," he asserted.