The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 117: Wedding Day II

Chapter 117: Wedding Day II

The birds chirped and the leaves rustled with the beginning of a new day, her wedding day had finally arrived.

The door to her chamber swung open with maids barging inside to prepare her for the journey to the castle where the wedding was being held.

They tugged her gently in a bid to wake her up and she opened her eyes with a displeased groan. Without her knowing, she had fallen asleep after lord Damien had marked her and tucked her in bed.

She would have opposed and slept some more until she realized it was her wedding day, the realization made her fully awake with trepidation settling heavily in her heart, she had a worse feeling than before, one that made her toes curl in uneasiness.

She followed the maids to the washroom with a lost expression, she didn’t even care about them scrubbing her even though she hated it, as she was lost in her spiraling thoughts and myriads of emotion.

Lord Damien had marked her, so everything would go smoothly, right? Draco would finally let her go, right? She queried herself inwardly but even her subconsciousness nor her inner goddess had an answer for that.

She subconsciously rubbed on the area of her neck where Damien had bitten her and it burned, making her hiss slightly.

The maids were done with bathing her and afterwards, dressed her in a simple gown for the journey to the castle. She had breakfast with Malika who was undoubtedly excited about the wedding, but Damien was nowhere to be found, per Lyla’s words, he would see her in the castle since he had to make sure everything was perfectly prepared for the wedding.

After having breakfast, their journey to the castle commenced, it felt slow, as if time itself was taunting her. The closer they got to the castle as they went through familiar paths, the heavier the feeling of fear weighed on her.

After some moments, which felt more like an eternity, they arrived at the castle, the carriage rode through the gates to a halt on the castle grounds with a screech.

As she stepped out of the carriage with the help of the coachman, she recognized him as the same one that had refused to help her into the carriage when she was an insignificant tool, she immediately yanked her hand away from him with an irritated look on her face, yes she held grudges.

Her breath came out in shaky gasps as the castle’s view came into sight, looming above them like a sinister sentinel emitting melancholy.

They emerged into the castle with only a few night creatures sauntering inside it, who less or more spared her a glance without a word. She wondered if she would come across Draco, a part of her wanted to see his face and the other part of her wanted to avoid him like a plague.

The maids led her to the dressing chamber where she would be prepared for the wedding. As they strode down the hallway, they came across a few maids, cleaning the corridors as they prepared for the wedding.

As if they were coerced, they stiffly bowed their heads with a displeased look on their face, one they weren’t planning to conceal, neither were they trying to hide the jealousy gleaming in their eyes.

After all, she was lord Damien’s fiance, the soon-to-be bride. Malika on the other hand couldn’t hide her excitement even as she ignored the deceitful gazes of the maids.

As they walked past them, whispering murmurs and snickers erupted behind their back, one she couldn’t care enough to amuse herself in, they were only jealous and envious people who reveled in hate to comfort themselves.

They arrived at the dressing chamber, her wedding gown had already arrived before her, seated in the middle of the room. Since the wedding would commence at nighttime, both she and Malika had some time to rest before then, but for her, she would have more time to overthink till her brain fried.

After Malika had yapped about how excited she was, they decided to take a nap, a beauty sleep as the maids had called it since the wedding would be held throughout the night.

They both took a nap and after a few hours, she could feel the maids tapping her gently as they whispered for her to wake up. It was already nighttime and time for the wedding to commence.

She looked out at the dark skies through the window, it seemed cloudy as if it was about to rain and very heavily too. She never would have thought her wedding would take place at night and to a night creature, none of it made sense, but her twisted fate wasn’t helping in making sense either, neither was the prophecy of the seers if her marriage with lord Damien went successfully.

A few maids prepared Malika as she was the bridesmaid, while they prepped her up. Firstly, they clad her into the bother of a dress, mesmerizing, yet a hassle to wear.

Afterward, she sat in front of the dressing mirror while different professional hands worked on her makeup and hair, although she had made it clear to them that she wanted simple ones, the gown was already problematic enough for her.

The makeup was light, yet enthralling as silver glitters were painted over her eyelids, her cheeks flushed slightly and her lips painted with a light shade of pink. Her hair was styled in beautiful deep waves with a few braidings done and silver pins holding her hair back, with wavy tendrils left at the sides of her face, she looked no less than a fairytale princess about to marry her prince charming, but not this princess.

She was finally ready, gorgeously ready, she could bewitch both men’s and women’s hearts with just a glance, even the maids had swooned and sighed dreamily, praying to have such a wedding.

She glanced at herself in the mirror with a blank expression on her face, she was living every girl’s dream wedding, clad in a dream wedding gown and getting married to the dreamy charming vampire every woman, vampire or not wanted, but she didn’t feel like she was living in a dream, she felt as if she was stuck in a recurring nightmare.

For every girl, her wedding day was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, although that logic didn’t go for everyone, especially princesses, but it wasn’t the happiest day of her life, it was rather dreadful.

She heard the wedding bell ring as it echoed loudly throughout the castle to stretch over the rest of the kingdom. She jerked in her seat, her heart picking up its pace. It was time.

Suddenly, the door opened and she saw the maids with Malika bowing towards the unknown figures at the door as she wasn’t looking yet. It was a bit of a hassle to move her body in the wedding gown so she could turn around and see, and when she finally managed to catch a glance at the figures, her heart froze.

She gulped as Damien and Draco strutted into the room, although what she couldn’t understand was why Draco was dressed in such a lavish, magnificent outfit if he didn’t believe the wedding would go through successfully.

She stood up on her feet slowly, even with her thoughts going haywire, she remembered to bow and curtsy respectfully.

"Leave." Damien ordered, obviously directed to the maids and Malika who scampered with hasty footsteps out of the room at his command.

Now at this moment, Rama’s uneasiness grew more expansive, her palms sweated and her heart pace just kept elevating as each second passed. What was going on? Why was he here? Many questions crossed her mind as he approached her with elegant strides like a snake.

Her gaze darted to lord Damien, he tried to hide the uneasiness masking over his countenance, although he masked it very well which made her think for a moment nothing was wrong, but the tension in the air was suffocating enough for her instincts to realize the anticipating peril.

Before she could muster the words out of her lips that had been clogging her throat, Draco’s hand suddenly flew to her chin, she yelped in fear, she didn’t know why but she had thought he wanted to hit her, one hit from him was enough to send her into a coma, but he hadn’t hit her, instead he tilted her head to the side and flipped the hair from her shoulders to reveal her neck.

His movements were too fast for her to stem any reaction whatsoever, but when she finally realized he was scrutinizing the bite mark on her neck, she couldn’t even stem a reaction, her lips and body froze.

"As you can see, I’ve marked her already, she’s mine." She heard Damien say from the corner of his room, his tone confident and calm, but she could feel the anxiety, or maybe it was her own anxiety gnawing at her.

After Damien spoke, pure silence hung in the air, but in the next moment, a hypnotizing, yet sinister laughter echoed out of his lips, sating the air with dread, it was a mock filled laughter, yet ominous. She couldn’t see Draco’s eyes, but she knew he would have that glint in them, that malevolent glint that felt as if he had the whole world in the palm of his hands.

"You should know better than fooling me." Draco remarked. His voice not deep, yet calm still sounded darker than the midnight, it made her skin crawl and tingle at the same time.

What confused her was why they were talking about the bondbite Damien had marked her with, but what she couldn’t understand was why they were conversing about it in a serious tone. She was undoubtedly left out in something.

But before she could speak again, she felt her skin burn hotter than before on where he had bitten her. She groaned as she felt her flesh sizzle and as soon as the burning pain came, it disappeared, leaving not a trail of the pain.

She subconsciously touched where he had bitten her, only to feel smooth skin rather than a bite mark, making her suddenly realize that he had healed her, leaving her in a state of utter confusion.

"Bond bites don’t heal, never." She heard Draco say, his voice slithering like a dark hiss with a whiff of pride in it.