The Vampire King's Possession
Chapter 127. Not Meant To Be

Chapter 127: 127. Not Meant To Be

Jael at the second meal with a sour expression. It was his second night here and he wasn’t liking it so much. Somehow everything managed to piss him off.

It didn’t help that Mauve was a little moody to him ever since the damn garden incident. He shouldn’t have shown it to her. He had wanted to do something nice and now it has turned out sour.

"Sire," a slight pause. "Sire," Lord Levaton called again after his call was met with no response.

Jael slowly raised his head to look at the Lord. "Is something wrong?" He asked sternly.

"No, your Grace. I was just wondering if you would prefer the drawing room?" He said.

"Any room of your choice would do," Jael said and immediately brought his eyes down.

"Alright, then I suppose we can head to the drawing room as soon as this meal is over." Lord Levaton said.

"Finally," Jael said without looking up.

He picked up the napkin and wiped the sides of his lips. He immediately stood to his feet, "Don’t make me wait Lord Levaton."

"I wouldn’t dream of that, Sire."

Jael turned to look at Mauve who was still in the middle of her meal. The thought of leaving her alone here didn’t appeal to him. He doubted she would like it too.

"Get up!" He says a little too harshly than he intended.

She looked at him and then at her plate. When she looked back at him, there was a look of resignation on her face. She stood to her feet without saying a word to him.

"Thank you for the meal," she said softly, curtseying.

Lord Levaton smiled softly at her but Jael didn’t see as he was already walking to the door. She hurried after him and managed to catch up before the guards closed the door.

Jael slowed down as he stepped out of the dining room. He was greatly irritated. "If you would like to eat more, I can always ask the servant to bring some up for you."

"It is fine," she said stiffly.

He turned around to see her rubbing her arms with her head bent.

She was anxious, he could tell. But ever since Lord Levaton asked her if she missed her home, he couldn’t help thinking about the fact that she was only here because she had to be and for some annoying reason it pissed him off.

The icing on the cake was when she had requested to see the garden in the daylight. A reasonable enough request and it shouldn’t have annoyed him but it did.

"Good," he said and turned his head away.

He walked up the stairs, occasionally reminding himself not to walk faster than she can keep up with him. He got to the front of the bedroom and threw the door open.

"Get some rest," he said. "I will see just before dinner or depending on how long the meeting with Levaton goes."

She looked like she was about to say something but she just nodded her head and walked inside.

Jael closed his eyes and sealed his lips. Why won’t she say anything? He had expected some reaction when he cut her meal short but she had just followed him.

"Don’t leave that room," he heard himself say.

"Yes," she said as she walked away without looking at him.

Jael closed the door with a bang and walked away from the door. He headed downstairs and made his way to the drawing room. The door opened as he neared and Lord Levaton stood by the entrance.

"Sire," Levaton said a little too giddily in Jael’s opinion. "How do you find the stay in my humble abode?"

Jael walked through the door, "I couldn’t ask for better but I would prefer my home best."

"Of course, I had no intention of surpassing the home the Sire grew in."

He threw himself on the longest couch and sat with his legs spread. "Now to why you asked for my presence."

He raised his head and caught sight of the head of a bear just above the fireplace. Jael stared at it with a bland expression. He had forgotten about Lord Levaton’s hobbies. On both sides of the bear were two deer heads with their antlers still attached. They all looked alive.

"Ah, I see you have noticed. I have more if you would like to take a look, Sire."

"A generous off but surely you don’t think I came all the way here to look at stuffed dead animals. Enough stalling, Lord Levaton. I have endured your whims long enough. Why have you asked to see me and I assure you I shan’t repeat myself again."

Lord Levaton took the seat opposite Jael. He made a gesture with his hands and a tray with a glass of wine appeared by his side. Another was placed in front of Jael who didn’t even spare it a glance.

"Leave us," Lord Levaton commanded and the servants dispersed without a sound. "I suppose we should get down to business, my ever-impatient King."

"I hear you intend to call a meeting."

"Yes, but it is not something that is a matter of urgency. Besides, I didn’t decide on that until during the party you sent your letter a while before then. So, it can’t be the reason why I am here?"

"True," Lord Levaton said and took a sip of the wine. "However, it concerns palers and that is something of utmost importance."

Jael ran his hands through his hair. It was annoying how they always asked for his plans without offering any in return. They left the situation the name for centuries and now it is a problem.

"I am listening, Lord Levaton. I assume you have some sort of plan because it can’t be that you called me here to tell you my plans.

"None of the above," Lord Levaton said with a slight shrug. "All I want to say is, you have my unchanging support always and whichever path you might decide to set down, I will be right behind you."

"But?" Jael asked.

"But?" Lord Levaton said with a frown.

Jael sighed, "Lord Levaton, this isn’t news to me. I don’t fear a betrayal from you. However, the fact that you saw the need to mention it now can only mean one thing, there is a but."

Lord Levaton smirks, "Impatient as ever."

"I understand you have a lot of time on your hands, Vampires do but I would not rather spend my time stalling, so, out with this. Never mind, let me spell it out. You think it would be in my best interest to pick a mate. Did I say it wrong, Lord Levaton?"

The Lord shook his head, "You did not."

"You could have written a damn letter, Lord Levaton."

"I did," he said.

"I don’t mean to invite me." Jael sighed. "The journey here for such a trivial matter is pissing."

"What gave it away?" Lord Levaton asked.

Jael groaned, "Lord Garth. You old vampires all think alike."

"I see, however, it isn’t as trivial as you think it is. I am not asking you to pick a mate."

Jael frowned and sat up immediately, he could tell he would have to brace himself for whatever this was.

"I am asking you to pick my daughter Jevera."

Jael kept his expression composed. "I see, I don’t think I need a mate."

"It isn’t a matter of what you need, Sire, it is a matter of which is the best route."

"Ah, I thought you said you were with me no matter what path I chose."

"Hence the but," Lord Levaton said without blinking.

"Ah, yes. The but." Jael said and rested his back against the couch.

"I can’t think of a better match for you, my King. My daughter has spent the last decade in your residence, you’ve spent the most time with her than any other vampire, surely, you must also see that she is the perfect match for you."

Jael nodded while looking up at the ceiling. He thought it was a little too low for a drawing room. He wasn’t interested and Lord Levaton wasn’t stupid that was what made this whole ordeal annoying.

"There is also the fact about blood," Lord Levaton continued. "And I am the oldest Vampire here, not to mention influential, you can see how beneficial this union will be for you."

"Lord Levaton," Jael said calmly with his eyes still on the ceiling. "Doesn’t it bother you that I haven’t picked your daughter as a mate yet even though we have been together for so long?" Jael asked looking down so he could see Lord Levaton’s expression.

"No," Lord Levaton said without a hint of anything on his face.

"And why is that, Lord Levaton?" He asked.

"You weren’t ready at the time."

"You are just throwing words, Lord Levaton. Perhaps, it wasn’t meant to be. Have you thought about the chance of this?"