The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 350: A gratitude gift for Odin

Chapter 350: A gratitude gift for Odin

"What? Why should we go to Odin’s house?" Venus asked. She watched her mother, Rhea, busily preparing a basket filled with various homemade treats. The whole situation seemed out of the blue to her.

Rhea didn’t pause in her work, carefully arranging the contents of the basket. "Because, my dear, Odin protected us for more than a month," she explained gently, glancing up at Venus with a warm, understanding smile. "He put himself on the line to ensure our safety, and we owe him a lot for that. It’s only right that we thank him personally."

Venus frowned slightly, still not entirely convinced. "But why now? And why with cakes?" she questioned, her tone softening a bit as she saw the sincerity in her mother’s eyes.

Rhea chuckled softly as she looked at Venus fully. "When Odin was here, he often mentioned how much he liked the milk cakes I made. He even joked about how they reminded him of home. This is just a small gesture, something from the heart, to show our gratitude. I want him to know that we appreciate everything he did for us."

As Rhea spoke, Norman, who had been sitting quietly at the sofa with a book in his hand, set it aside. He had been listening to the conversation, and now he chimed in.

"Your mother is right, Venus," he said, his deep voice carrying the weight of his conviction. "Odin did a lot for us. He risked more than we know, and we can’t repay him with money or material things. But a gesture like this—something that shows we care and haven’t forgotten his kindness—can mean a great deal."

Venus was reluctant about going to his house. She remembered well how he said to her not to show her face to him. Venus lips twisted in annoyance, but she couldn’t deny the fact that Odin did help them a lot.

"But will we be allowed in a vampire’s house?" Venus questioned, her voice tinged with concern. "I mean, are humans even permitted in their places? I don’t think we should go there," she suggested cautiously, her earlier reluctance creeping back into her tone.

Norman and Rhea exchanged uneasy glances, the reality of the situation dawning on them. Rhea’s smile faded as she realized they hadn’t fully considered the implications of visiting a vampire’s residence.

"Ahh, I didn’t even think about that," Rhea admitted, her enthusiasm deflating. She turned to the servant, who was standing nearby, and instructed them to take the basket back to the kitchen.

But before the servant could move, Venus quickly stopped her. "Wait," she said, her tone more decisive. "I know where I can find Odin. If Mother still wants to give him the basket, I can deliver it to him."

Rhea’s eyes widened in surprise. "Will you go alone?" she asked, concern was evident in her voice.

Venus nodded, trying to reassure her mother. "The place is in the market, Mother. Odin mentioned once that he and Griffin are usually there. It’s not far, and it’s a public area, so it should be safe."

Norman, intrigued by this sudden turn of events, leaned forward. "Which place?" he asked.

At this, Venus hesitated, the truth catching in her throat. The place she was referring to wasn’t just any ordinary spot—it was a bar specifically catering to vampires, an exclusive gathering place where the elite could socialize and indulge in their preferred pleasures.

Humans were rarely seen there, and those who ventured in usually did so at their own risk. She knew this, and yet she found herself unable to tell her parents the truth. Instead, she forced a casual smile and replied, "Uh, Father, it’s... it’s a kind of tea house."

The words felt strange on her tongue, and she could hardly believe she had lied about something so significant.

"A tea house? Why would the vampires drink tea?" Norman inquired with a confused glance.

"Forgive me. I mean to say that it is a place, where every kind of drinks are served. The market takes a long time to reach. Mother has a lot of works to do. That’s why I volunteered myself. Maybe next time Odin will come, then Mother can prepare milk cakes for him again," Venus opined.

Rhea considered Venus’s words, her initial concern giving way to practicality. The basket was already prepared, and it would be a shame to waste the opportunity to express their gratitude.

"You’re right," Rhea finally agreed, her tone softening. "You should deliver it then. And while you’re in the market, could you bring back a few things for me? If I go, it’ll delay lunch, and I’ve already put so much effort into preparing this basket. It’s better for you to go."

Norman, who had been listening intently, gave a slow nod of approval. "Alright, Venus, you can go," he said, though his voice carried an undertone of concern.

Despite his permission, the thought of his daughter wandering through a market frequented by vampires alone didn’t sit well with him. So, he went outside to instruct the two guards to follow her daughter.

A servant carefully carried the basket to the waiting carriage, placing it gently on the cushioned seat. Venus followed, settling herself on the opposite side with a thoughtful expression.

As the coachman locked the door from the outside and the carriage began to move, a quiet murmur escaped her lips, almost as if she were speaking to herself. "I should have avoided seeing Odin... but I can’t seem to stay away. If he gets annoyed by my presence, then so be it. I’ll face whatever comes."

A smile carved on her lips as she began thinking how Odin would appear seeing her again. She didn’t like the way he talked to her the last day. She was no longer the old Venus. She was changed and she wanted Odin to acknowledge more than anyone.

The journey to the market took over an hour, the carriage rocking gently as it made its way through the winding roads. She stepped out of the carriage, the cool air brushing against her skin, and she looked around at the bustling market before her.

The coachman retrieved the basket from the carriage, holding it out for her. "I’ll take it from here," Venus said, her voice steady as she accepted the basket. "You three should stay here."

One of the guards, a stern-looking man with sharp eyes, stepped forward, his expression firm. "But our Master has instructed us to follow Miss Venus," he reminded her, clearly unwilling to defy Norman’s orders.

Venus met his gaze. "I understand, but I’ll be fine. I’ll return soon, and there’s no need to follow me." Before the guard could protest further, Venus turned and began walking swiftly into the market, the basket held securely in her hands.

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