A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 334: You Are Not My Wife

Chapter 334: You Are Not My Wife

Santino took a step into the room and raised his head to look at the different sets of females clad in pretty, lovely dresses. They were elegantly seated on a chair, some with their legs crossed and a smile on their faces.

His eyes moved from one to another, and the second he sighted the shorter girl seated a bit hidden amongst the ladies, he halted his gaze on her.

Out of all of them, she had the brightest smile, but one thing that caught his attention was her hair. It was just as ginger-colored as Lady Avelina’s hair, although it was far shorter.

It was also straightened, unlike Lady Avelina, whose hair was very curly. Her eyes were gray and dull despite her lovely smile.

"I will take her." He pointed at the ginger-haired girl.

The lady smiled at him and urged the girl to get up from her seat. Hesitantly, the young woman stood up from her chair and approached Santino. She dipped in curtsy, her fingers nervously tangling with each other.

Santino smiled at her and turned around to leave the entertainment quarter. The young woman followed behind him, her hair bouncing softly on her shoulders.

Arriving back at Draven’s bedroom in his quarter, Santino placed a light knock on the door.

"Young master, I’ve come with someone."

"You may come in." Draven’s low voice sounded.

Santino turned the knob, opening the door for the girl. She stepped inside, and he shut the door close. He walked away to return to his post in the master bedroom, where Avelina was still lying unconscious.

Within the room, the young woman stood, her hands gripping anxiously onto her dress. What was she anxious about? No one could tell. Was she perhaps afraid of Draven? His bad reputation was known around the royal grounds and outside the royal grounds, therefore, it was a valid conclusion.

Draven appeared a bit annoyed by her presence and raised his head, glimpsing her for the first time since she stepped into the bedroom. His gaze halted on her, and the first thing he took notice of was her hair.

It instantly reminded him of Avelina.

Did Santino bring her on purpose? Why? The last thing he would honestly appreciate was having someone with Avelina’s features with him while he was in his heat. What was Santino expecting to happen?

He growled under his breath, even more pissed off. He knew his heat was messing with his head, considering the fact he’d been on suppressant since his late wife’s death. It would take him a while to adjust again.

"Come closer," he said in a voice he’d never used before, at least not around Avelina. It was commanding, cold, and uninviting.

The young woman jolted at his tone and swallowed hard.

Of course, Draven could feel her fear. And for reasons he couldn’t even tell, it pissed him off even more.

"You do realize that I’m not going to hurt you, right? Do I look like a monster to you?" he abruptly questioned, raising his eyes to look at her. There were specks of bright red light flickering in his pupils, which only ever appeared when he seemed to be quite annoyed with basically anything.

The young lady gulped, shaking her head. "N-no. I-I am sorry."

Draven’s face contorted in distaste, and he examined her from head to toe once again. He suddenly blurted out, "If you are so scared, you know you could open the door and leave, right?"

"Huh?" The young lady was taken aback.

"I don’t want anything to do with you if you are just going to stand here, shaking as if I’m about to kill you or something." He laid down on the bed, covering himself with the duvet. "I have no such intentions."

The lady rapidly flickered her eyes and quickly shook her head while waving her hands furiously.

"No, no, no, I’m not scared, your highness."

"Then what is it?" Draven asked, still not sparing her a glance.

The lady took a moment, but she still responded, a soft smile appearing on her face: "I don’t know. I was just...being cautious, I guess." She stared intently at the floor, suddenly feeling ashamed.

Draven sighed. He waved his hand at her in an attempt to dismiss her. "You can open the door and leave."

But the young woman shook her head and stepped toward the bed. She climbed in and sat down on her knees, her hands gripping her thighs. "I’m not afraid."

Draven arched his brow and turned on the bed to look at her. The strict look on his face slowly softened, and he scrutinized her all over again.

"What is your name?" he asked.

The lady responded, smiling gently, "Amélie."

"Oh." Draven nodded and wiggled his hands at her. "Come closer."

The lady moved closer to him, and he had her lie down with her back facing him.

"Don’t look at me," he said to her before wrapping his arms around her stomach and embracing her.

"I really do not want to have sex with you, at least not yet, but I feel too hot, and I need the coldness of your body. So stay still."

"Oh..." The lady blinked her eyes, seeming quite disappointed. "Your Highness, may I ask why I have to face away from you?"

"I don’t want to look at your face." Draven was straightforward with his response.

"You are not my wife. She is the only face I’d like to look at."

The lady’s chest tightened, and she swallowed, suddenly feeling so low and useless. Was his wife’s face that much better that he wouldn’t even want to spare her a single glance? It was already embarrassing enough that he was making her face away from him, but he just had to say that to her.

Sure, all of them in the entertainment house were there for the purpose of serving the princes, but still...It sort of stung to hear that, especially from someone like the third prince.