Kissing Hellfire: Marry Me, Evil Lord
Chapter 240: Locked in the Cell

Chapter 240: Locked in the Cell

"That maid really has the guts! King Alec, you should punish her severely. She dared disrespect me!" said Princess Iris once Noelle had left the dining hall.

Dominic shook his head at her sister’s whine. The girl obviously didn’t know how to read the room.

"If she is really impersonating Queen Lauren, that act alone is enough to give her a grave punishment," Princess Seraphine said. She gave her younger sister a look, subtly telling her to keep her mouth shut.

"That explains the uncanny resemblance. I don’t think two people could look so similar unless they are twins or sisters," Dominic joined the conversation. He had been feeling weird about it, so he strongly believed that the maid was only a copycat. After all, some spells could create a replica of a person.

While the family continued their talk over breakfast, Alec couldn’t get what just happened off his mind.

He was positive that the maid was only a replica of Lauren, an imperfect one at that, but when he saw her and heard her voice, for a moment, he felt like Lauren had returned.

Alec’s eyes darkened. Instead of drinking the glass of blood wine served to him at the table, he asked for a bottle of pure blood.

Silence enveloped the hall and Bodeville’s royal family turned silent as Alec gulped down a full glass of fresh blood.

"I shall excuse myself first. Please feel free to ask for anything you need and enjoy your stay in my palace," Alec said coldly before exiting the hall.

Princess Seraphine’s face was marred with a subtle worry as she softly whispered to her younger sister,

"Do you seriously wish to marry that man, Iris? He seems..." she trailed off, realizing that talking badly about the king while they were guests in his palace seemed rude.

Dangerous.

That was what Seraphine was about to say.

"I think he is perfect, Sera," said Iris, grinning to her ears.

Seraphine sighed and just shook her head.

Meanwhile, down in the dungeon, Noelle was locked in a dark cell with an iron grill bar door.

Inside, the cell was furnished with a cold stone floor. A single flickering torch sputters on the wall, its feeble light barely reaching the corners of the cell.

As footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridor outside the cell, Noelle’s breathing hitched. The flickering torchlight danced across her face, casting eerie shadows that seemed to write with every passing second.

The sound of heavy keys jingling preceded the arrival of a figure in the corridor. It was Matthias who opened the grilled door, then he stepped aside and made way for Alec.

The imposing silhouette backlit by the corridor’s dim torches slowly revealed itself to Noelle’s eyes.

Sitting on the stone-cold floor, her lips parted an inch when she fully saw who it was.

The king.

Noelle could still feel the man’s hand on her neck and she knew his chokehold left some bruises around her neck. Now that they were alone in this dark and small cell with her vulnerable and powerless, she felt like a lowly insect the king could easily kill.

She could die right there in his hands and no one would stand up for her. She wouldn’t be able to do anything.

The torchlight cast an eerie glow on Alec’s furrowed brow and rigid posture. His gray eyes were so dark they were almost pitch-black as he peered down at Noelle.

"Your Majesty," Noelle was on her knees. She went on while staring up at him, "I have no ill intentions in coming here. I am not trying to impersonate the late queen or anyone. I only came here for a job-"

Noelle stopped midway when Alec went down in front of her all of a sudden. A shiver ran through her spine as his chilling orbs met hers with such proximity.

"How can you explain your striking resemblance to the queen, then? In my entire existence, I have never met two people who look so similar; not even twins could look and sound the same."

Alec’s eyes had turned the darkest shade of red. The sight was bone-chilling.

Noelle felt cold sweats forming around her nape.

"I-I have never met the queen before, but I heard she has a pair of blue eyes. We don’t look exactly the same, Your Majesty. I just came here to Evardin with my friends for work. I wasn’t sent by anyone."

How the maid’s voice sounded so much like Lauren’s fueled the anger in Alec’s heart. He yearned for Lauren every single day, but that didn’t mean he would settle for a mere copycat of her. He wouldn’t tolerate anyone who would dare disrespect Lauren that way.

"Yes, you don’t have the same eyes, but other than that, you look exactly the same. You even have her voice. That is so much of a coincidence, don’t you think, Miss Noelle?" Alec’s eyes narrowed. His low, husky voice added to the eerie air inside the cell.

Noelle gritted her teeth in silence. She held back her tears in anger.

Of all things, it was this—being helpless—that she hated the most. She hated to be put in such a spot when she couldn’t even defend herself because she was a mere commoner with no significant name.

"But you can’t trick me," Alec added, "There is no way I wouldn’t recognize my own wife’s scent. You don’t smell like her, and you are no mage but a mere human."

"Your Majesty, if I truly meant to impersonate the queen, do you really think I would miss such an important detail of the queen’s face? Her eye color is her trademark and I don’t have it. Which means impersonating her will not make any sense. And now you have mentioned that I don’t have her scent. Everyone knows you’re a vampire, you have great senses and there’s no way you wouldn’t recognize the scent of her blood. Why would a mere human like me take such a risk?"

Confidence glimmered in Noelle’s eyes despite how scared she was. There was no other way but to speak up for herself. Why would she be afraid to speak the truth when she had nothing to hide?

"I used to live in Aviore with my two friends, King Alec. You can investigate my background; you can even send men to Aviore to make sure I am telling the truth. You will see I am not lying."

Alec’s eyes darkened.

The way she spoke, the glimmer of grit in her eyes, the fiery spirit she had...everything feels like Lauren.

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