The Royal Revenge
Chapter 118: A Queen Doesn’t Sleep on the Sofa

Chapter 118: A Queen Doesn’t Sleep on the Sofa

After what seemed like hours, Aleksander eventually got himself out of bed. He padded his way to a table where Henry had left out several documents he specifically instructed to bring over. He opened one journal, and noted the precise and elegant handwriting of his wife.

"How can I ever redeem myself with this woman, really?" he muttered under his breath.

The young king sat down and pored over the notes Elys had written for him. He took a feather and dipped it in ink, wrote several notes of his own and then studied other documents he himself made several years prior to this day.

Aleksander was taken by surprise how detailed his notes had been when he was younger. It made him wonder when had it been that he succumbed to the idea that he alone wasn’t enough to fight his father.

’If you really hate your father that much, then do something about it. Don’t be a boy that cries injustice without lifting a finger. Instead, be a man, take that rage in your heart and make him pay.’

That was what Elys had slapped into him the day after their wedding.

"What are you doing?"

The hair on Aleksander’s nape stood on its ends. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t even realize Elys already returned.

Aleksander turned around to see his wife stood behind him, peering over the documents he had in his hands. Elys reached out to a sheet of paper he had scribbled on to. Her eyes darted back and forth as she read them one by one, and Aleksander was taken aback as he heard her stifle a laugh.

"What?" he grumbled.

"Read what you just wrote there, husband," Elys said as she returned the paper back to Aleksander’s hands.

His wife pointed at the edge of the paper where he had scribbled. Reading them, the vampire’s eyes flashed gold but quickly reverted to his silver eyes, and he felt his whole face burn with mortification. Did he really write all of those incoherent words?!

Elys made her way towards the sofa and gathered pillows to the side. She sat down, and observed as Aleksander read the words Elys had found amusing.

"Princess Elysianne, hate, hostile, redeem, heart, revenge," his wife enumerated a handful of the words Aleksander had scribbled. "How entertaining. Is that your step-by-step plan?"

Aleksander face twisted with the mockery in Elys’ voice.

"Why did you have to go around the castle, wife?" Aleksander asked instead, trying to change the topic as he wasn’t keen to admit he had been out of his mind back then.

"Just because," Elys responded dully.

Aleksander noted the distance his wife was trying to establish between them by being indifferent all of a sudden. He shook his head and walked over the bed, leaving his work over the desk and plopping to the soft mattress of their shared bedchamber.

He stared at Elys as she lazed on the sofa, lifting a leg over and leaning towards the stacked pillows to her side.

Elys pulled a pillow tightly in front of her. She buried half of her face, covering her mouth and a part of her nose from Aleksander’s view. She was silent for a while before Aleksander noticed the way she had gathered the pillows all to one side of the sofa.

The space vacated by the pillows made room for at least a person’s entire body to lounge, even sleep on completely on their back. Suddenly, the young king had an epiphany.

"My queen, are you intending to sleep there?" Aleksander asked, his nose scrunching in disapproval.

Elys quickly brought her propped leg over to cross both of her legs in a haughty manner. She leaned backwards, masking her discomfort with fake confidence she was well accustomed to show at times she didn’t want to look vulnerable.

"As a matter of fact, I do," Elys said indignantly.

Aleksander’s face contorted with disbelief. Why was she being so difficult? Was it because he brought up the traditions of the vampire monarchs inside the shared bedchamber?

The newly coronated king stood up and marched towards Elys. His long strides quickly closed the distance between them, and in a blink of an eye, she saw him looming over her with a serious expression painted on his face.

Elys’ forehead creased with apprehension.

"What?" she asked him.

Aleksander leaned forward, his eyes locking with Elys’. Their faces were too close for comfort to the point Elys recalled how Aleksander had kissed her the other night. She felt herself turn queasy with the memory, and Elys swiftly turned her face away from him.

This proved to be a mistake, as Aleksander saw the opportunity to scoop her out of the sofa.

"Eek!" Elys squeaked, "Put me down this instant, Aleksander!" she demanded.

"You are a queen now, Elysianne," Aleksander said as he walked towards the wide bed, "And a queen doesn’t sleep on a mere sofa, no matter if it is the finest furniture in the entire world."

Elys expected him to throw her to the bed as he had sounded a bit irritated. But to her surprise, Aleksander actually set her down gently. He even made an extra effort to take her slippers off of her feet.

"This is utterly uncomfortable," she mumbled under her voice. "Husband, I -"

"You will rest on the bed, Queen Elysianne," Aleksander insisted. "I brought you here with the promise of giving you what you deserve. And what you deserve is to be comfortable in a bed, not on a sofa. Do you dare to bring shame on my name as King of the Vampire Kingdom?"

Elys crossed her arms in silent protest.

"Rest there," Aleksander pointed his finger at her.

Elys anticipated him to move to his side of the bed, but Aleksander kept on surprising her one after another. Instead of taking his place beside her on the large bed, Aleksander made his way towards the sofa.

Was he going to sleep in the sofa instead?