The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 90: Spell books

Chapter 90: Spell books

Alora was awestruck to see the cottage before her where they were supposed to stay for a month. The cottage was situated below the giant mountains, which could be viewed from its backside fully. A river was flowing right in front of the house, but not too close to it. Because it was night, the beauty of the place wasn’t fully visible.

"Shall we go in, Alora?" asked Magnus, bringing her out of the trance.

"Ahh, yes." She went inside the cottage, where an old man greeted the three of them. He was Louis Darham, the caretaker of the cottage, which belonged to the royalty. In the old times, the King and the Queen used to come here.

"Louis, is the dinner ready? Alora is hungry from the long travel," Magnus said.

"It will take twenty more minutes, Your Highness. The Princess will freshen up in that time," Louis replied.

"Sure. Brother Izaak, let’s see each other in the morning," Magnus said.

"Good night," Izaak said and went ahead to the room which a servant showed him.

Ascending the staircase, Magnus and Alora entered a cozy room adorned with a king-sized bed enveloped in cascading white curtains. The room exuded warmth with its dark maroon drapes adorning the windows and complementing furniture. A gentle glow emanated from the crackling fireplace, casting a comforting ambiance throughout the room.

Alora sat close to the fireplace since she was a little cold. Because of the mountains, the temperature here was low. "Magnus, come here," she invited him to join her.

He sat next to her on the chaise and moved his hands to her neck to remove the cloak. As Magnus put it aside, he caressed her hair when some of them entangled in her earring. He was gentle in freeing the hair from the earring.

Suddenly, Alora placed her hands on his cold cheeks after getting the warmth from the fireplace heat and smiled.

"What are you doing?" Magnus was amused by her reaction.

"Keeping you warm," Alora replied. "You cannot get sick," she murmured.

"I don’t get sick," Magnus answered.

"Really?" Alora pulled away her hands.

He caught her hands, placing them back on her cheeks. "But I like it," Magnus huskily whispered. He peered into her eyes affectionately and then, her lips. Before he could press his lips, Alora put her finger on his lips.

"I need to use the washroom," she said and left her seat.

Magnus chuckled as she walked away without letting him taste her lips. A knock occurred on the door, and he asked the servant to come in.

"Your Highness, dinner will be served in the dining room adjacent to this one," the servant informed Magnus.

"Very well, make it swift. And what’s for dessert?" Magnus inquired, rising from his seat to approach the servant.

"A chocolate strawberry pie awaits, Your Highness," the servant replied with deference.

"Thank you. You may go," Magnus dismissed the servant, closing the door behind them. Settling onto the chaise near the fireplace, he smiled to himself, content in his solitude.

When Alora exited the washroom after changing into a fine nightgown, she spotted Magnus seated on the chaise. His eyes also met hers as he rose from his seat.

Holding her hand, he took Alora to the adjacent room. "The dinner is already set. I hope you’ll enjoy it," he said, making Alora sit on the chair.

As Alora ate quietly, she suddenly spoke, "I hope my mother isn’t troubled. I broke the relationship with my family."

"Your mother wants your happiness. She won’t mind it," Magnus said.

Alora chewed slowly and hummed at him. "I hope Mother stays happy too," she murmured. She was aware of how her father always scolded her mother for giving birth to Alora. He might have nitpicked yesterday’s matter and blamed Rhea for it.

"Your father won’t dare to trouble your mother," Magnus responded to her after hearing her thoughts.

Alora locked eyes with him, her expression curious. "What did His Highness do?" she inquired.

"Norman may risk his rank if he ever disgraces you and your mother," Magnus responded, opting not to delve into specifics.

"How would His Highness even know?" Alora pressed, growing more intrigued.

"I have my ways," Magnus replied cryptically. He asked Alora if she should not think about that anymore and focus on enjoying the time in Shadowbrook.

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In the middle of the night, Magnus came downstairs, as his sleep abruptly broke. He went to the old library, which was situated pretty far from the cottage. It used to be open all day and night for a very long time. The old library consisted of books even before the time of his birth, so Magnus felt he might find any book, which could help him find out about Alora’s eyes.

The young librarian welcomed Magnus as he entered through the door, but he couldn’t recognize the prince.

"I have never seen him before," the young vampire whispered.

"He is Prince Magnus," Griffin replied him and went ahead.

"Why did you follow me, Griffin? Shouldn’t you be resting?" Magnus asked as he looked at the old books on the shelves.

"I couldn’t sleep," Griffin said and randomly took out a book.

He placed it on the wooden counter made just below the shelf and opened it. "The last I opened a book was thirty-four years ago," Griffin murmured. "I think we can find out about Princess Alora’s eyes in the spells. Who knows that woman was a witch and Gloria lied to you? We cannot trust the witches," he proclaimed.

"Gloria didn’t lie. I could read her thoughts clearly," Magnus answered. He crossed his arms across his chest and let Griffin do his work.

"Is the Prince looking for an old spell book?" The same young librarian asked. "I am Carin, Your Highness," he bowed and told Magnus he would bring some old books on the spells.

"I didn’t ask you to do it," Magnus said, making Carin halt at his steps. "What do you want?" he asked.

Carin turned to glance at Magnus. "I want nothing. I thought to help His Highness. Because it was my first time seeing the prince, I got excited," he muttered.

"Learn to speak less in front of me, Carin," Magnus stated.

Griffin rolled his eyes as he realized his friend’s tone with the other people hadn’t changed much.

"Forgive me, Your Highness," Carin lowered his eyes.

"Bring the books," Magnus instructed him, bringing a glint in Carin’s eyes. He left to bring the ancient spell books.

Magnus flipped the pages of the book, which Griffin had opened. His eyes scanned the pages quickly, but he didn’t find anything useful in that.

He closed it and said, "Gloria must have known such a spell if existed. It must be something beyond our imagination."

"Gloria is not old enough," Griffin opined.

"Father and Brother Izaak said that Gloria was knowledgeable," Magnus asserted.

"The witches never liked the vampires ruling anyway. Perhaps, she hid the truth from His Highness," Griffin deduced. He wasn’t wrong. The witches hated vampires more than the werewolves. Because they were less in numbers, they could never overpower them.

"Your Highness, I’ve brought the books!" Carin’s voice fell into their ears as he invited them to the table.

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