The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 102: Three Days Of Yet Another Hysteria

Chapter 102: Three Days Of Yet Another Hysteria

As time fleeted, Rama could only be more unnerved as the day for the nocturne masquerade ballroom neared. Her instincts sensed an apparent, yet underlying intention to the invitation.

She was already tensed enough about the wedding that may or may not hold, most presumably not hold, but the sly devil had to tense her up even more with his devious tricks.

It was three days of yet another hysteria for Rama as the day for the ball arrived. For the entire day she couldn’t help but become solemn, as she cracked her head on the goal Draco was planning to aim through the ball, perhaps he was trying to seduce her again to ruin her wedding? She thought inwardly.

As quickly as the day seemed to had arrived, the sun went down to reveal the moon, basking the land with it’s silvery glow. It reminded her of Draco’s silvery pale skin.

She shook her head vigorously with a frustrated groan, not before she heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" She yelled out.

She heard the door squeak open behind her and then Lyla’s voice followed.

"Your dress is here, I’ll help you with everything else." Rama merely nodded, she could barely see the stunning red dress which was laid on the bed with a golden mask beside it, as she was lost in her thoughts.

The corset was a hassle for both her and Lyla, the maid kept tugging on the lace, making the corset tighten when she already had a slim waist. She couldn’t stifle the grunt of pain as she held onto the bed post, while Lyla kept on pulling at the laces like her life depended on it.

It was obvious Lyla was trying to make her fit into the vampire world in that inauspicious night, but unfortunately she wasn’t trying to fit into the world of blood sucking creatures, she was only trying to survive.

"That’s enough. I’m not wearing the corset, take it off!" Rama yelled, although she didn’t mean to. She knew the woman was only doing her work, but she was already exhausted and the corset was crushing her ribs.

"My lady, you have to look nothing less than your best." Lyla said.

Rama shot her a hard look with reddened eyes and without saying another word, Lyla took off the corset. As soon as it came off, a dragged sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Lyla helped her into the stunning red gown which had undergone a lot of work by the seamstress, the bodice fit perfectly around her slim waist without the corset. For a moment, she admired the piece of work, with detailed designs and luxurious silk texture.

Seated like a stiff doll in front of the dressing mirror, Lyla styled her hair in silky waves to fall loosely around her shoulders and back, applied make up on her face and wore her jewelleries.

Lyla handed the golden mask to her which she clutched on to.

She stepped out of the room to meet the others as it was almost midnight. She clambered down the stairs carefully, watching her footsteps to avoid tripping over and breaking her bones, something liable to happen on a night as inauspicious as that.

Fortunately it didn’t happen as she met lord Damien and Malika in the main hall, waiting for her arrival. As always, Lord Damien looked dreamy like any girl’s prince charming with a mixture of melancholy weighing on him.

He was clad in an all leathered outfit, intricately sewn and designed with threads woven from obsidian itself, his red hair had golden pins holding it back as it fell loosely behind him to reveal his gorgeous sharp features.

Malika on the other hand was rather clad in a dress that depicted her serenity, as she was dressed in a silky cream dress with long lacy sleeves and detailed bodice embedded with silver stones, the skirts falling freely from the waist with silver embroideries.

Her curly golden locks were tied in a slightly messy bun with a silver pin attached to the side of her hair.

"You look ravishing." Damien said as he extended his hand toward her which she took with a smile.

They left for the ball in the carriage, the closer they got to the castle, the harder and faster her heart pounded against her ribcage in trepidation of what she feared might transpire.

They finally arrived at the castle as the carriage halted in front of the entrance. They strode toward the ball ground situated in the main hall.

The ethereal scenery was revealed to sight as they went through the double doors leading to the ballground. Within the grand castle, candlelit chandeliers cast a warm, flickering glow upon the opulent ballroom.

The air was heavy with the fragrance of rich perfumes and the faint trace of aged parchment. Guests, clad in elaborate gowns and attire from a bygone era, twirl and sway to enchanting music that fills the air.

The sound of laughter and soft whispers weaves a tapestry of intrigue, while the dance floor, a mosaic of polished stone, reflects the grandeur of the festivities.

As the night deepened, the moonlight filtered through Gothic windows, lending an ethereal quality to the event.

Vampires mingle, their eyes aglow with a blend of fascination and desire, all beneath the watchful gaze of ancestral portraits adorning the walls.

The mingling scents of vintage wines and exotic dishes create an intoxicating symphony, adding to the allure of the night, a night where the boundaries between fantasy and reality blurred into a captivating dance.

As they approached the innards of the ballroom, red eyes immediately dropped on them. Their looks shifted with their gazes as it scrutinized the trio. Pleased with the sight of lord Damien, disgusted by the sight of Malika, a mere human and envied by the sight of her, the vampire lord’s human fiancee.

No doubt she attracted their attention and keen interest like a magnet.

News of her and lord Damien’s union would easily cross their ears, it wasn’t that hard, but they were mostly awed by the mere human’s striking beauty, it didn’t help that she was clad in a red gown which contrasted beautifully to her jade eyes and golden skin.

The night creatures alike were awed, the females envious as a vision of beauty emerged the lady in the exquisite crimson gown. Her presence was an enchanting blend of grace and allure, commanding the attention of all who were fortunate enough to witness her.

Her raven-black hair cascaded like a waterfall of silk down her back, a shimmering contrast against the deep red hue of her gown. The obsidian strands catch the light in the room, creating an interplay of shadows and radiance that seemed to dance around her like a halo of night.

Her eyes, a mesmerizing hue of jade, captured the essence of ancient forests and the mysteries they held. Within their depths laid a depth of wisdom and insight, a reflection of the knowledge she carried within.

Each gaze was like a glimpse into an ethereal realm, where secrets and dreams intertwine.

Golden porcelain skin, smooth and flawless, forms the canvas upon which her beauty is painted.

Bathed in the soft glow of chandeliers and candlelight, her skin seemed to emit a gentle, warm radiance. The contrast between her luminous complexion and the deep, crimson hue of her gown creates a breathtaking harmony of colors.

The red gown itself drapes like liquid elegance, flowing with every movement she makes. Its rich, deep color is reminiscent of lush foliage in the heart of summer, and it shimmered with subtle iridescence as she glid across the ballroom floor.

The gown’s delicate embroidery and intricate beading catch the light, adding a touch of opulence to her already ethereal figure.

She merely avoided their gaze as she saw their lips move in hushed whispers and then, a few of the night creatures approached them in small groups, each after the other as they tried to stir a conversation with lord Damien.

They introduced themselves but she didn’t care to stick their names in her memory or add into the meaningless conversation.

Only a handful were truly curious about the human that caught lord Damien’s eyes, while some envious as they tried to get their way with him, too desperate and pushy, they all reminded her of that sly demoness of lust, Onyx.

Speaking of which, she hadn’t come across either of the demons or Damien’s mother since they had decided to stay for the wedding.

The vampires threw fake smiles at her as they tried to deepen the conversations, but she always shortened it with clipped replies. She didn’t need anyone else to like her, so she had no reason to fake a smile or be nice, ’they could all go to hell with their wolfish grins’ she thought inwardly.

Her eyes darted back and forth through the crowd filled with smoldering red eyes, it was obvious Draco hadn’t arrived yet, but then she inwardly smacked herself on why she was waiting for him in the first place.

Malika on the other hand was as agitated as a bunny under the paws of a wolf, she hid her presence behind the shadows of Rama to avoid the gaze of the night creatures, luckily they weren’t curious enough about her.

While standing around and enduring the numerous predatory gaze of her enemies, she subconsciously waited for someone, a loud voice echoed in the ballroom as it announced the arrival of the king.

As soon as the king’s arrival was being mentioned, Rama’s heart picked up in an intensifying pace, her palms became sweaty as she squirmed in unease. Her composure shakened immediately her gaze traveled to the prince of darkness striding down the aisle.