A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 377: Edward

Chapter 377: Edward

Valentine drew his head back, quickly waving his hand at Draven. "N-no, that’s not what I meant."

"It just feels a bit too unreal. You know, when you feel like something is too good to be true? Yes, that is how I feel right now."

Valentine stared at him and chuckled softly. "Well, it’s nice to know that you feel so much better. Your change is good and I’m happy you would finally get to...be happy too. You deserve it."

"You think so?" Draven asked.

Valentine nodded, his lips curling into a hinge smile. "You’ve suffered enough and you deserve much better. You know, things are less hard when you do it with someone you love. Someone who can always give you comfort when you desire it."

"You are right." Draven agreed with him. "She often makes me feel so much better when I feel quite out of place."

"Took you long enough to realize." Valentine shook his head at him as though disappointed.

Draven cackled under his breath, his expression brightening up a little bit. He took a long deep breath and threw his head back in weariness.

"I want to ask you something, Valentine."

Valentine glanced at him. "Go ahead."

Draven deliberated for a few seconds before turning his head to spare him a glance.

"Do you...do you sort of like...nevermind." He shook his head.

Valentine frowned at him. "What do you want to ask? Don’t leave me hanging like that!"

Draven playfully ruffled his hair and stood up from the couch. "It’s nothing, don’t worry." He left the balcony, leaving Valentine to stare in utter confusion.

Valentine’s face crumpled and he looked away, his frown getting worse and worse with each passing second.

...

Draven walked through the foyer to return to his quarter, but he was however met with one of his father’s announcers who bowed to him respectively.

"Bonjour, your highness," the man, Boris, with blonde short hair and glasses that rested above the bridge of his nose, greeted with a polite smile.

Draven stared at him, his face holding a blank expression.

"Is there a problem?" He asked.

Boris straightened up, Adjusting his uniform. He shook his head. "There is no issue, your highness. But his majesty requests your presence in his office."

"Why?" Draven questioned.

"I do not have an idea, your highness. I have only been sent to relay his message," Boris responded.

Draven narrowed his eyes into a thin line and let out a soft breath. He shoved his hands into the pocket of his pants and turned around to proceed to his father’s office.

Upon arrival, Boris announced his presence.

"Come in." Old master permitted.

Boris pushed open the door and Draven walked right in, shutting it behind him. He stepped forward to the desk and took a seat right opposite his father whose attention was fixed on the documents he was stamping.

"You called for me," he said.

Old master Lenort nodded, raising his head to look at him. He closed the documents and crossed his legs, interlocking his hands.

"I called you here concerning Edward. He’s been hospitalized ever since we found him all beaten up and jist last night, he finally woke up. I questioned him concerning his condition and he said you were responsible. Why did you do that to him?" He asked. "He is my guest, so I will not let it go under the rug. You will have to give an explanation for putting him in that terrible situation."

"When you ask him what he did, you are free to question me again." Draven stood up from the chair and turned around. He began to walk to the door to leave, but old master Lenort appeared before him in the blink of an eye, stopping him from taking any further steps.

Old master Lenort’s expression darkened. "You don’t walk out pon me until I am done with you. Answer my questions."

"As I said, question me when he tells you why I did that to him." Draven eyes were cold. "I’m sure that if you learned of what he’d done, you would never have summoned me here. You probably would have had his neck snapped, unless, perhaps, you are unfair as usual."

Old master Lenort frowned. "What are you insinuating?"

’That is left for you to decide." Draven walked past him and exited the office. He proceeded down the hallway, his hands balling into a tight fis. "He is lucky I didn’t kill him."

...

Old master Lenort was not well seated with Draven’s last words to him, so with a bit of reluctance, he left his office and made his way to the guest room in which Edward was currently residing.

The guards standing by the door, opened the door. He walked in and strolled over to the bed where Edward lay, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Edward."

Edward immediately turned his head and quickly sat up on the bed at the sight of him. "M-my lord." He was a bit taken aback. Never would he expect to see the king walk to his room just to see him. He wasn’t that very of an important guest—this he was aware of, so what was the reason for his visit? Was something wrong? Was there some sort of issue that he was unaware of?

Old master Lenort grabbed the seat closest to the bed and sat down. He folded his arms, his cruel eyes gazed at Edward as though searching for something in him.

"What happened? Why did Draven beat you to such a pulp?"

Edward’s body immediately trembled and his eyes widened a bit. He darted his gaze around, suddenly beginning to adjust on his bed. "Haha...n-nothing happened. We just had a little misund—"

"I wouldn’t bat an eye to kill you Edward. Think twice before lying to me!" Old master Lenort warned, clearly able to see through him.

Edward blinked, his throat suddenly dry.

"What did you do and why did Draven do this to you?" Old master Lenort questioned. "I may hate him, but I do know he is not a reckless man. So don’t even think of lying to me."