The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 393: Griffin’s Past 4

Chapter 393: Griffin’s Past 4

Days turned into months, and as the year passed, Griffin transformed from a bloodthirsty fledgling into a disciplined vampire, mastering control over his impulses.

Yet, despite his newfound strength and self-restraint, the pain of his family’s loss still lingered, a constant ache that no amount of training could dull. The haunting images of his young siblings tormented him, their innocent faces appearing in his mind when he least expected it.

Griffin had encountered many vampires during his time at the academy, some powerful, others wise, but none could break through the wall of grief and solitude he had built around himself.

Friendship seemed impossible; his heart was too weighed down by loss to allow for such connections.

Yet, amidst the darkness, one purpose remained clear in his mind: he needed to find Magnus, the prince who had granted his wish for revenge that fateful night.

Magnus’s words had been seared into his memory: "Take your revenge," the prince had commanded, and Griffin had done just that. Now, he owed Magnus his loyalty, his life.

During his time at the academy, Griffin had heard countless stories about the princes, especially Magnus. These tales only strengthened his resolve to serve the prince with unwavering devotion.

But to do that, he needed to gain entry into the council—a formidable task for someone like him, who was not of noble blood. The council was known for its strict hierarchy, a place where only the elite held power, and Griffin, a common-born vampire, seemed destined to remain an outsider.

Still, the drive to prove himself—to make his mother and siblings proud in whatever afterlife they might reside in—pushed him forward.

Standing outside the towering gates of the council, Griffin stared up at its imposing structure, feeling both the weight of his ambition and the seemingly insurmountable obstacles before him.

Just as doubt began to creep into his mind, Griffin overheard a conversation about the recruitment of cleaners for the council.

It wasn’t a prestigious position by any means, but it was a foot in the door, a chance to be close to the place where Magnus used to come. And from there, who knew what opportunities might arise? It was a golden chance, one that Griffin couldn’t afford to ignore.

"This is my way in," he murmured to himself.

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Griffin felt a sense of satisfaction when he secured the job as a cleaner in the council. Every day, he performed his duties with quiet diligence, his eyes constantly on the lookout for Magnus.

He would catch glimpses of the prince, a fleeting shadow in the grand halls, but Magnus always seemed distant, surrounded by his entourage, and far from approachable. Still, just being in the same vicinity as the prince filled Griffin with a sense of fulfillment and hope.

During his time cleaning the council chambers, Griffin befriended a fellow worker of the lowest rank—a man who spent his days buried in piles of files and documents.

This friend, though humble, was dedicated and tireless, often working late into the night to complete his tasks.

Griffin, having learned to read and write during his year at the vampire academy, began assisting him after finishing his own work.

Griffin’s persistence and willingness to help didn’t go unnoticed. One day, a senior member of the council happened to observe Griffin assisting his friend with the records.

Impressed by his work ethic and attention to detail, the senior official offered Griffin a position as the lowest-ranked official in the council, responsible for checking and organizing the records daily.

It was a small promotion, but for Griffin, it was a significant step forward—a move closer to his ultimate goal of serving Magnus directly.

However, the elevation in rank did little to change the way the noble vampires treated him. In the council, status was everything, and those of noble blood looked down upon the lower ranks with disdain.

Griffin often found himself the target of cruel remarks and belittling comments. Yet, he had endured far worse during his time as a human, where he had faced hardships that had toughened his spirit.

The nobles’ insults, while harsh, barely scratched the surface of his resolve. If anything, they only strengthened his determination to rise above his current station.

Griffin had learned long ago to let go of pride in the face of survival. The taunts of the noble vampires were nothing compared to the pain of losing his family.

He focused on his work, ignoring the whispers and sneers, driven by the singular purpose that had guided him since that fateful night—serving Magnus.

No amount of ridicule could deter him from his path. He knew that if he continued to prove his worth, eventually, he would earn his place by the prince’s side. And when that day came, the nobles’ scorn would no longer matter.

"Griffin, I thought you would leave working here. Seems like you want to live as a dog between us," said the Elder Council member’s younger son, Nikitin.

"Sir, it’s not wrong to be a dog for a man like me. Moreover, dogs are always faithful toward their master," Griffin said.

"You are right," Nikitin replied and looked around the large table, where many of the elite vampires be seated some with their slaves on their laps.

"Then, why don’t you lick my shoe like a dog?" Nikitin offered with an evil grin. "You have been working here as a lowly official for more than ten years. I think, I, your master, can help you in promotion then. Because you have no chance to grow up here even if you readily do everyone’s work," Nikitin clarified to him with a grin.

Griffin had never felt that humiliated in such a long time. He could see all of their gazes in mockery at him.

"Why? What happened? I thought a dog listened to all his commands of his master," Nikitin remarked sinisterly.

"Seems like you are enjoying a lot these days," a voice reverberated in the hall.

And he was none other than Magnus Lukeson.