A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 363: Is There Anyone Who Knows?

Chapter 363: Is There Anyone Who Knows?

A gradual smile formed on Avelina’s face and she bit her lower lip, clearly having enjoyed what unfolded to the fullest.

Was dying really the price she had to pay to get what she’d always wanted? A soft breath fled her nose and she shook her head, not wanting to think of such things.

Avelina attempted to sit up from the bed, but Draven’s arm that was wrapped around her belly didn’t exactly give her the chance to. She laid back on the bed and looked at his sleeping face which was half covered by his messy hair scattered all over the pillow.

She smiled lightly, reaching out her hand to remove the few strands of his hair away from his face.

He loved her...he said he did. That meant she was the first woman he’d ever loved, right? Avelina’s heart fluttered furiously at the thought of this and she quickly sat up on the bed, looking away.

She was giggling softly under her breath, somewhat feeling like it was perhaps a dream. But what if it was? What if none of these were real and they were just a dream?

What are you thinking?! She shook her head, not wanting to ponder on such nonsense. It clearly wasn’t a dream—it felt too real to be one. The man she fell for, loved her too and that really was all that mattered.

Avelina removed Draven’s arm around her waist and shifted to the edge of the bed to get down. She stood up on her feet and attempted two steps, but she found herself, face flat on the floor the next moment.

"Did I...fall?" She fluttered her eyes in confusion and turned her head once she heard a ruffle on the bed.

Draven, who was asleep a few seconds ago, had sat up, his fingers combing through his tousled hair. He looked to his left, his gaze landing on Avelina who was on the floor.

Slowly, he smiled at her, tilting his head. This was the biggest smile Avelina had ever seen on his face since knowing him. "What are you doing on the floor, sunshine?" he asked, a lilt of tease in his tone.

Avelina pushed herself onto her back and lay with her hands spread out in helplessness.

"I don’t know..." She looked like she could begin to sob with a confused expression. "I can’t feel my legs. I feel like I have no bones and like they are jellos." She shut her eyes, feeling her legs tremble.

Draven smirked to himself and got out from under the new, replaced duvet. "It’s kind of...my fault." He got out of bed and approached her on the floor.

Avelina blinked her eyes open and raised a brow at him. "What do you mean?"

"I may have been too rough on you. I’m not sure...you will be able to walk properly by tomorrow." Draven held an awkward apologetic smile as he explained.

Avelina’s face grimaced. "W-what? Wait, you meant what you said back then?"

"Hm?" Draven had a questioning gaze. "What I said? When?"

"When you once said that I wouldn’t be able to—"

"Oh?" Recalling, he nodded, reaching his hand to stroke her hair. All the while, she was still on the floor. "I sort of did."

"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you." He carefully gathered her in his arms and sat her down on the bed. "Wait here for me."

As he walked off, Avelina stared at him. He was clad in a simple white robe with a fluffy neck, stopping just at knee length. She glanced at herself, noting that she was very clean.

The bed was clean too, leaving her to wonder if he’d done all that after she passed out.

Oh lord, I passed out! A sense of embarrassment overwhelmed her and she curled into the bed, burying her face in her palms. How could she have passed out? She pressed her face into the pillow, screaming into it.

"Avelina." Draven’s voice sounded.

Avelina quickly raised her head from the pillow and looked at him. His hand was extended, urging her to come.

She got up on the bed on her knees and took hold of his hand. Draven pulled her in, lifting her naked body into his arms. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind them.

"Draven, where are we?" Earlier she had looked around, she’d realized that this place was not the royal mansion. Their room was not very familiar.

Draven gently laid her down into the tub and took his robe off. He got into the bubble bath with her and pulled her close, pressing her back against his broad chest. "This is one of my estates," he responded.

"I couldn’t take you back to the royal mansion."

"Why?" Avelina was curious.

Draven wet her hair, ruining his fingers through her arms. "They would have known that I turned you."

"Huh?" Avelina was not comprehending. "They would have known? Is something wrong? Why are you bothered that they would know?"

Draven began to run his fingers through her hair, washing it properly. "Well, we can’t turn humans without my father’s permission. And we royal bloods are the only ones capable of turning a human into one of our kind. So, turning you without his permission is honestly a lot of trouble which I will have to deal with."

"I sent all the maids in this estate away as well, because I really can’t deal with them. I wouldn’t want my father finding out through any of them, considering you really can’t trust anyone. You don’t know who is possibly a spy or something."

"Oh..." Avelina bobbed her head, finally understanding. She asked, "Does that mean we will have to keep my turning a secret?"

Draven gave a nod. "Yes."

"Is there anyone who knows?" Avelina inquired.

Draven replied, "Valentine, I suppose. If he sees you alive and kicking, he will know. He was with me when I came to save you, so yes, he knew you died. Olive did as well, so if anything, both of them will be aware even without me telling them."