Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 548

Chapter 548: The new beginning_Part 2
“Don’t be sad, Red,” Angel muttered softly, his gaze resting on the center of her parted hair. “I will write to you every day, just like we write to your father.”

“I don’t want to go…” Elle sobbed into her knees, her voice muffled. “I want to stay here with everyone. I want Aunt Belle to do my hair every morning, I want to play with Rosey and Uncle Rohan… I want to stay where you are and wait until Papa comes back like you say, but Mama says I will get sick again if we stay.” Her small shoulders began to tremble.

Elle hated being sick, but she couldn’t help it. She hated making everyone worry, and worst of all, she hated that they would leave when, until now, she had imagined herself living here until her Papa returned, her Papa, who her Mama said was far away and wrote letters to them.

As if realizing something, Elle raised her tear-stained face to look at Angel. “If we leave, how am I to write to Papa and receive his letters?” Her sobs grew louder.

Angel, unused to seeing her cry like this, swiftly picked her up from the ground and placed her on his thigh, hugging her to his chest as he coaxed gently, “You can write them down, and whenever me or my Pa comes by, we will take them and send everything to your father.”

“I don’t know how to write that well yet… and you won’t be there to help me write the letters…” Elle sniffled, her sobs calming now that she was in his warm arms, the place she always liked to be. He was so big and comforting, and she loved to be held by him all the time. Whenever he held her, she felt less sad and more happy, and more safe.

“Your Mama can help you write them, or Aryen. He can already write; Papa taught him and Rosey,” Angel said, patting her back gently. The soft wind blew toward them, causing her to shiver. The normal autumn air was freezing to her delicate body, and winter here was always far worse for her, sometimes making her struggle to breathe. She was awfully fragile for life in this atmosphere.

Angel had known that since the moment he had brought her along with Enny back, but he had hoped she would grow stronger if he kept her warm. Now, however, he was no longer always at home to do so, and she needed a safer, more breathable atmosphere.

“I don’t want Aryen to write my letters. He will know that I complain to Papa about his meanness and about how he and Rosey think I am too small to join their play or fly with them. I don’t want him to know what I tell Papa or what Papa tells me,” she pouted, resting her head against his chest where his heart beat steadily.

Rosey had gotten her wings two years ago, and since then, she rarely stayed at the house, preferring to explore with Aryen. He followed her everywhere, and they always came back covered in mud and dirt. Elle had always wanted to join them, but Aryen and everyone else would never allow it.

“Then we should work on your writing and reading before tomorrow, when you leave. What’s this?” Angel asked, hearing the rustle of something in her pocket. He reached in and pulled out a folded paper tucked inside.

“Uncle Rohan says it’s from Papa, but I was waiting for you to come and read it to me. Look at it, what did Papa say?” she asked, moving back to look at the paper. She couldn’t read it herself yet and didn’t want anyone else reading it; she liked it only when Angel read it for her.

Angel unfolded the letter carefully. Though Rav was still struggling against the intense corruption, Angel’s blood, mixed with some technique his grandfather and mother had given him, suppressed it for longer hours. But once those hours passed, the hunger inside him became so intense that they would have to feed him more than a deer as the corruption surged with ferocity. He had once broken his chains but thankfully his father had been there to change the chains.

Now he opened the letter and began to read aloud for Elle:

“To my dearest pumpkin, Elle,

I received your letter about Aryen teasing you and calling you a fragile kitten. Don’t let his words hurt you, my little one, I’ve spoken to him and reminded him that no one has the right to call my precious pumpkin fragile. And I saw your birthday wishes too… I promise, I will make them come true.

As for when I will return… I cannot say, for my work here holds me still. But know this: not a day passes that you are not in my thoughts. Each morning, I wake carrying your image in my heart. I keep your portrait with me, along with your Mama and your brother, so that even here, I am never far from what I love most.”

Angel’s tone shifted from light to grave as he read, imagining Rav’s emotions pouring into every word.

“Elle, I heard about your sickness and that you must leave Velmere. Please, don’t be sad, my girl. Do as your mother says and take care of yourself so I can see you strong and healthy, not weak and sickly. No matter where life takes you, Elle, I want you to know that I will always love you.

Take care, my beloved daughter.

Your father, Rav.”

Angel finished reading and looked down at Elle, whose head remained bowed, tears dropping onto her gloved hand.

“I love him too, even though I have never seen him in person. Will you come and visit us?” She raised her eyes to him, looking at him with hopeful brown eyes. “I don’t want you to become far away like my Papa is. It makes me sad. Promise me you won’t become as distant as Papa.”

Angel didn’t hesitate. He simply nodded his head. “I promise.”

Elle’s brown eyes brightened, a smile spreading across her small face. She wrapped her little arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Angel, I love you so much!” she said, her voice full of innocent childlike emotion. It made Angel feel a strange warmth in his heart, and when he didn’t immediately return her words, Elle pulled back slightly and scowled at him.

“You don’t love me?” she asked.

Angel shook his head, and Elle’s lips began to tremble. “You don’t love me?” she asked again.

He quickly added, “No. I don’t mean no, I mean I love you, too. Happy now, Red?” He ruffled her hair.

Elle beamed and hugged him again. “Yes. You always make me happy. Will you help me write back to Papa?” she asked, her voice muffled against his chest.

“Anything for you, Red.”

The two sat beneath the birch tree, the soft autumn wind ruffling Angel’s blue hair, while leaves drifted from the branches above, falling gently around them like a quiet, golden rain.

Meanwhile, Rohan and Belle, who had gone to meet her husband in their room, watched the scene from the balcony. Belle stood in front, and Rohan hugged her from behind, resting his chin against her shoulder.

“He has grown so attached to her,” Belle muttered, her gaze on her son from afar. “Did they have to move so far away?” she asked.

“That’s the only place with an atmosphere suitable for someone with Elle’s condition,” Rohan replied calmly. “Don’t worry. I’ve made arrangements to ensure they’ll be comfortable, and if they ever need anything, I’m only a call away. I can travel quickly through my portal. They will be fine. And with how determined Max is becoming to master being a great physician so he can return Elle’s papa to her, it won’t be long before he succeeds and Rav can rejoin his family.”

Belle’s lips trembled as she thought of everyone she would miss. “I will miss them so much, especially little Elle and mischievous Aryen,” she said, her voice shaky. “I will miss pampering little babies, now that mine are growing up too fast. Angel… he’ll be going away to that academy to learn about hearts. And Rosey, I have a feeling she’ll spend even more time in the demon world, like she’s begun to do lately. Soon it will just be me and the maids when you aren’t around. The house will feel so empty and quiet. Too quiet.”

Rohan nuzzled her neck, murmuring softly against her skin, “Is my wife already longing for another baby?”

“Well, how can I, when you don’t want any more?” she sniffed.

“Who said I don’t want more?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Rosey is six, and you never act like you want another baby, you prevent it from happening all the time.”

Rohan’s hands trailed from her belly to cup her breasts possessively, his touch firm yet gentle. “You never told me you wanted one after regaining your memories. I thought you were content with just two. Do you want us to have another?”

Belle’s laugh became a soft moan as he pressed closer, her dress shifting under his hands. “Do you even have to ask me that?” she murmured, her voice trembling with desire.

“Then let’s go inside and make another one. I always enjoy the process of it.”

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A/N

Hi guys, I know I said yesterday that Volume Two would begin today, but I had to do some editing, so I will be updating one chapter today instead of two. I’m quite nervous about this next part and somewhat excited. Angel’s part of the story, along with the other children, will properly begin with the next update tomorrow. I hope you’ll forgive me for posting just one chapter today, and thank you so much for your patience and continued support.