The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 47: Into The Devil’s Abode....Again

Chapter 47: Into The Devil’s Abode....Again

The wind blew strongly past her as the horse galloped along the forest path with fierce movements and she found it hard to keep her extremely weary eyelids open.

They felt heavier than a drum of water itself and in the moment of drowsiness, she bumped her head into the hard back of Damien which made her hiss in pain as she rubbed on it. Why the heck was it so hard? She pondered inwardly with a twisted face.

For the rest of the silent journey, her eyes were open, although she was gradually getting tired of keeping it open, but they shot wide awake when the gothic scenery of the castle came into sight.

The horse galloped through the gates into the castle grounds and it halted as Damien pulled on the reins of the horse. He clambered down from the horse and extended his arm toward her to help her down, but she mounted off the horse without his assistance and took off his jacket before placing it on his still extended hand.

"Thank you for the jacket. I’ll find my way from here." Rama said through her teeth with a fake smile and his red eyes squinted.

"You shouldn’t be walking around like that." Damien remarked as he directed his gaze to her body, scrutinizing her from head to toe, not in a rude or lewd manner but rather cautiously.

Her flimsy drenched gown clung to her body making her curves and naked silhouette beneath the dress more susceptible and her hardened nipples from the cold appeared visible through the dress as it clung to her skin.

Rama frantically crossed her arms over her chest timidly with frantic movements and her cheeks burned red from embarrassment.

"Can I have the jacket please, Lord Damien?" Rama asked in a timid voice with a respectful manner. The last thing she wanted was walking into the castle swarming with lewd male night creatures looking like a bloody prey and no doubt they would do whatever they wanted and no one would make a sound about it.

Thankfully, Damien was a gentleman, for the meantime and didn’t force himself on her even though she had no rights whatsoever to reject being his concubine, he could easily force himself on her, but he didn’t.

Damien narrowed his crimson red eyes at her, his face was now devoid of any emotion whatsoever, making him look so much in resemblance to Zamiel, but then a crooked smile appeared on his lips, making him now look a tad like Draco.

"If you wanted it, you shouldn’t have given it back, have a good night miss Rama." Damien said and without wasting a second, he proceeded toward the entrance of the castle.

Rama scurried toward him with hands still crossed over her chest as she obstructed his way with her figure.

"I apologise lord Damien, but I can’t go in like this." Rama pointed out with creased brows but he didn’t seem moved by her speech. An amused glint flashed across his eyed before he spoke.

"Draco told me that you do forget your place in the midst of the night creatures, even him, the king. I understand because you were once a queen, but still, be careful of your defiant behaviours or it will cost you your head one day, but at this point I’m no longer sure Draco wants you executed. I can only hope he doesn’t make the same mistake twice." Damien said, but the last sentence was said in a distressing mutter and he nonchalantly handed her the jacket which she frantically wore over herself, to conceal her embarrassing situation.

"Thank you." She said in a rushed tone, feeling slightly relieved.

"Draco wants you in his chambers immediately, so don’t keep him waiting. He’s already mad." Damien remarked with a light tone and proceeded towards the entrance but Rama’s voice made him halt in his steps.

"What do you mean by he doesn’t make the same mistake twice? What mistake did he make?" Rama queried as she pressed her thoughts on his words, practically the last sentence he made while ignoring his last warnings.

Damien veered around with a quick movement to face her. His thick brows were slightly lifted in perplexity.

"I forgot he also told me you were annoyingly inquisitive, but I can’t answer that question and definitely don’t bring that up in front of him, or your tongue won’t be in its right place anymore." Damien warned with a stern expression on his face and she kept her lips tightly pressed shut as she watched him leave.

The lights enacted on him from the burning torches made his blood red hair revealed to her sight, it appeared even redder than Reina’s which made her lips slightly part in awe as every strand of hair adorning his head looked as if it was drenched in blood. She closed her mouth as her subconsciousness started to think.

She wondered why they were all so secretive and it all pointed to Draco and whatever happened to him in his obviously inauspicious past, but she wondered why it was now related to her. How was Draco going to make the same mistake because of her and what mistake did he make? She pondered inwardly as she entered the castle. Into The devil’s abode...Again.

She sighed in exasperation as she marched her tired limbs across the hall in the East wing as she approached Draco’s chamber. Damien told her he was mad, so she wouldn’t want to offend him more by running late when he asked for her. She didn’t even change out of her wet clothes, but she didn’t have the luxury of time for that nor dry clothes to change into.

She halted in front of the double doors leading into Draco’s room and a heavy sigh of exhaustion left her lips as she stared at the daunting art engraved on the doors. She was worn out, she wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep on wherever, just to rest her cramped and tired limbs.

She was about to knock on the door when it was abruptly swung open with Draco standing by the side, peering his usual sinister gaze at her lazily, only this time it didn’t retain the usual mischievous glint but rather it was expressionless.

Without a word, she occupied the room. Her hands clutched on the jacket tightly as she walked in and she heard the door shut close with a loud bang that made her jerk.

"You sure took your time with Damien." Draco said in a nonchalant tone and she could feel his eyes scrutinizing her behind her back.

"He’s nice for a night creature, isn’t he?" Draco queried rhetorically but she could feel the irritation coating his word. Was he annoyed at her or Damien for being nice? She pondered with knitted brows.

"I wouldn’t call him nice. He’s a night creature after all, more like weird." Rama muttered beneath her breath as she mumbled to herself.

"He’s nice and it’s pathetic, but he’s not exactly nice now when he’s in the dark. After all it’s easier being ourselves in the dark even if some might not accept their true nature." Draco said with a low dark voice and he suddenly grabbed the jacket away from her body with a swift movement to reveal her drenched state.

She veered around with a loud gasp and slightly widened eyes as she frantically crossed her arm over her chest, but it didn’t stop him from scrutinizing her body with a rather wicked gaze than a lustful one.

She ignored his rude manners aware that having an exchange of words with him could lead to more a detrimental consequence for her and Malika would have to pay the price, speaking of Malika she hadn’t checked up on her yet and she concluded she would first thing in the morning.

"You appear smart but you’re rather gullible." Draco remarked and a scoff almost rolled off her lips but she stifled it. She didn’t have the strength to face his anger at the moment.

"You actually believed that I would just let you go? Whether it’s death or not, you should have known me better. Giving you the freedom you desire is not an option for you, even if it was through death itself." Draco said with a dreary grin splitting his red lips to gradually reveal his white teeth with elongated canines.

The usual mischievous glint in his crimson eyes were now visible and oddly, she felt relieved knowing he was not angry anymore and rather...She couldn’t find the right word, but she could tell he wasn’t angry anymore which was vaguely odd.

He was growing on her?? She screamed inwardly.

"I might have been gullible to believe that but I honestly wonder why the great vampire king is so obsessed with a human, he finds it hard to let go and I find it extremely pathetic. You’re living in your lonely dark shell, so you can’t let go of me because you’re afraid you’ll have no toy to play with. That’s the most bizarre and pathetic thing I have ever heard. If you no longer want to be alone, then just die and stop dragging others into your living nightmare." Rama snapped in one breath and after she was done, she let out heavy huffs of breath with chest heaving heavily while he stared at her in a moment of silence.

Shit!

A soft chuckle rolled off his lips and she almost sighed in relief that she didn’t tick him off.

"You know what I think is truly pathetic, Rama?" His voice was low, dangerously low and slow as if he was calculating his words carefully.

"Falling in love with your greatest rival." Draco added in with a low growl as he peered his dark crimson gaze into hers and she felt her heart skip a beat in dread and confusion.

Falling in love with who??