The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 37: The Vampire King’s Meal

Chapter 37: The Vampire King’s Meal

Rama stood pinned to the ground speechless, a bit taken aback by his remark as she watched him move to the couch, with elegant strides before taking a seat with one long leg crossed over the other.

She averted her gaze stiffly to look out the window and her brows creased when she saw how fast it was becoming dark. The sun had set with dark orange rays peeking beneath the dark clouds.

"What were you doing while I was gone?" She heard him ask and her observations on the beautiful sunset were abruptly interrupted, as she whipped her head toward his direction.

Why did he care? She pondered with twisted lips.

"Nothing." She replied stiffly and returned her gaze out the window to look at the sunset.

"Or maybe you were snooping around, looking for my weakness, but I assure you I have none. I’ll watch you die and my existence continues." Draco uttered with a rather flat tone.

Her mouth opened and closed in shock, how on earth did he know she was snooping around and particularly, searching for his weakness?

"I-I wasn’t. As you met me, I was asleep the entire time." She lied with a slight stutter, but it came out smoothly firm.

"You shouldn’t lie to me feisty princess, unfortunately for you, I can read your mind." Draco said lazily and her eyes popped out of her socket in stupefaction.

She pressed her lips in a straight line, unable to defend herself as she was already caught.

"I apologise my lord. It won’t happen again." Rama said in a meek tone and she rolled her eyes as his back was facing her.

"You’re a good liar, so I won’t be surprised if you did." He added in. Although, he caught her snooping around, there was no hint of irritation or anger in his voice as usual when he was displeased with her.

"If you have no weaknesses, what are those liquids in those vials for?" Rama queried in a slightly nervous tone.

"Since when did a maid poke her nose in the affairs of a king? And what did I tell you about speaking when you’re not permitted to?" Draco said in a cold tone with irritation.

She closed her mouth shut, not letting another sound escape from it. She had put Malika through so much already, she wouldn’t want to add to the poor girl’s plight.

"You should remember your place, Rama, you’re nothing but a slave, so act like one or I’ll treat you lesser than one." Draco remarked with a flat tone, devoid of any emotion.

She ignored his remark and continued staring out the window, which made her brows crease in disappointment, as she saw the sun had disappeared from the sky.

The door abruptly shot open with a maid holding a tray of pleasing food on it.

"The meal has been prepared, my lord." The maid announced and Draco gestured for her to place it on the table in front of the chair. The maid quietly left the premises after carrying out her task, but not before Rama saw the side eye the maid shot her way before exiting the chamber.

Rama scoffed angrily.

"I know no one likes their meal cold, they like it warm." She heard Draco say, but her subconsciousness suspected an underlying meaning to it.

She salivated at the sight of the food which consisted of roasted chicken lap and vegetables. Her appetite magically returned.

When was the last time she ate meat? That question couldn’t be answered. She couldn’t even recall how it tasted anymore, but the smell of roasted chicken wafting into her nostrils made her legs subconsciously move toward where the food lay.

She stood still for a second wondering whether she could sit on the chair and eat or as a slave, she would sit on the floor. She gave him a side look and she saw his brows lift questioningly.

She shrugged it off and slowly sat on the chair on the edge, farther away from where he sat. Not a word was heard from him as she took hold of the tray of food and she inwardly hated how seeing such delicious food made her have a rethink of ending her life.

She could feel his fixated gaze peering through her as she savored the chicken coating her tongue, but she ignored it and swept the plate clean, after all getting angry required her strength.

She sighed softly after she was done and sprouted up from the chair with the tray in her hold.

"I’ll take this to the kitchen." She informed him.

"Leave it on the table. Not trying to prevent me from having my meal after having yours, are you?" He drawled lazily with a rather impish glint swirling in his red eyes.

Her lashes fluttered and she cleared her throat to regain her composure, before placing the tray down on the table.

"Sit." He commanded and she sat stiffly on the chair.

"I’d rather you were on the bed." Draco muttered thoughtfully and her eyes enlarged with a subtle frown on her face.

"It’s much more comfortable as a result of where I’ll be digging my fangs into." Draco remarked with a sarcastic smirk playing on the edges of his lips.

Where would he be digging his fangs into, if not her neck? She pondered in curiosity and uneasiness.

"Not the neck this time. I fancy some other parts of the body to draw blood from." Draco said in a lazy tone.

She had thought vampires drank blood from the neck and wrists, but the other parts he was referring to made her spine tingle.

"Push your gown up, resist and I’ll just rip the whole thing off." She heard him say in a hard tone and she swallowed strongly as she stared at him with her mouth slightly parted in dumbfounded shock.

"W-Where?" She blurted out.

"The thighs, now don’t keep me waiting." He said in a low husky tone.

No doubt he’d rip the frail clothing off if she persisted, but the thought of letting him see that much of her skin and dig his fangs into her thighs made her skin crawl in disgust.

She could see the impatience swirling into his crimson eyes and his ferocity waiting to emerge out as he expected her to resist, but she wasn’t that stupid to not know he’d do much worse, as she knew just how violent and unforgiving he was.

She looked away from him, grasping a handful of the fabric before pushing it up gradually to reveal her slender legs, she pushed it higher till her thighs were no longer concealed and she clutched on her gown tightly with trembling hands. She wouldn’t go any higher than that.

She looked away with lips twisted in disgust as he groped on her thighs as she felt his hot breath fanning her thighs and then his warm lips pressing against her skin as his silky hair fell over her legs to brush her skin.

She anticipated his hideous fangs on her skin and wanted it to end as quickly as possible, but in that moment time seemed to move at a snail’s speed.

She thought she felt his lips sucking her skin, but it was quickly replaced by his sharp fangs piercing into her skin which made her hiss in disgust and pain.

Her juicy blood coated his tongue and he dug his fangs deeper into her skin, not caring that he was hurting her which made her clutch her gown tighter at the burning sensation.

Her palms itched badly to stab him a million times with whatever she came in contact with, but she stayed silent and unmoving till he was done with his meal.

He finally retracted his fangs which felt like forever and she saw blood trickle out from the tiny punctures on her thighs. She quickly pulled her gown over her legs to conceal it with frantic movements in mortification with flushed cheeks.

"Can I leave now my lord?" She asked in a low tone as her head felt slightly hazy. She saw him lick off the crimson liquid smeared on his red lips as he savored the taste, which made her lips twist in disgust.

"Go on." He said nonchalantly and she stood hastily, carrying the tray of food in her hold before scurrying out of his chamber with unstable balance.

She moved down the hallway toward the kitchen and she made a conclusion that she would later check up on Malika.

She was worried that she was left with a night creature who drank blood and the fact that she was bleeding could tempt him to drink her blood, which made her pray inwardly that he hadn’t drained her dry.

She was about to go into the kitchen when she heard indistinct whisperings emanating from the kitchen as she stood outside the door.

"She’s probably fucked the king. I mean, she’s gorgeous, and obviously the king wouldn’t mind bedding her. Enemy or not, it doesn’t matter to him." She heard one of the maids say and it occurred to her that she was been the topic of gossip by the petty maids, who were obviously jealous or insane.

She couldn’t still understand why they would want to be with the vampire king, their enemy. Was it because of his looks and position? The position, she could understand, but still it was terrifyingly disgusting.

She barged into the kitchen and dropped the tray on the table with a loud clatter as she eyed the maids.

"It’s not the king’s fault he doesn’t take interest in you, it’s obvious he has a rich taste and sadly, none of you meets the requirements." Rama snapped and without waiting for their replies, she veered around and exited the kitchen, before proceeding to the maid’s quarters.