Chapter 232: Driven
to madness
Izaak gently placed his empty wine glass on the small polished mahogany table, the last drops of the rich red liquid swirling at the bottom. His gaze drifted towards the dance floor, where couples swirled in a harmonious rhythm, their laughter and joy echoing through the grand hall.
A pang of annoyance tugged at his heart, a feeling foreign to his usual stoic deanor. Lately, he found himself lost in his past more often than he cared to admit.
With a polite nod to his companions, he excused himself from the lively atmosphere of the hall, seeking solace in the quiet solitude of the dimly lit corridor.
The moon had already claid the sky, casting long, eerie shadows that danced along with his leisurely steps as he made his way towards his chambers.
After a few minutes of unhurried walking, a familiar figure caught his eye. lody, standing gracefully near a stone pillar, her gaze lost in the vast expanse of the night outside.
The faint smile gracing her lips stirred sothing within him, a feeling he had been trying to suppress. He had always prided himself on his indifference towards humans, but a single vision had shattered his resolve, leaving him grappling with emotions he never thought he would experience.
He found himself inexplicably drawn to lody like a moth to a fla, fully aware of the bitter truth that she would never reciprocate his feelings.
Yet, he couldn’t help but be captivated by her, a testant to the profound change that had taken over him. His heart ached with a longing he knew would remain unfulfilled.
Just as Izaak was about to retreat, lody turned to face him. Her eyes t his, a silent acknowledgnt passing between them before she offered him a respectful bow.
A surge of panic welled up within Izaak, his instincts screaming at him to flee, but lody’s soft voice halted him in his tracks.
With a swift grace that belied her nervousness, lody closed the distance between them. "Your Highness," she began, her voice barely more than a whisper, "I owe you an apology." She fumbled for the right words.
Izaak knitted his brows together and turned around to look at her. "Why? What did you do that you want forgiveness?" he queried.
"This lowly subject judged the prince and spoke out of fear," lody replied, keeping her gaze low.
When he didn’t respond, she lifted her head to look at him. "Then, should I punish you?" Izaak asked. "Because you weren’t truthful," he added.
"I spoke nothing but the truth, Your Highness. Yet, fear did cloud my judgnt. How am I to know of His Highness’s past when it remains a mystery to ?" lody defended herself. The moonlight cascaded down, bathing her face in an ethereal glow.
"Why indeed, should I reveal my past to you? What secrets about
have you stumbled upon?" Izaak retorted, taking a nacing step closer to her.
"No, I-I don’t wish to pry," lody stamred, instinctively retreating a step.
"Then what?" Izaak probed, advancing further. A wave of nervousness washed over her, causing her eyelids to flutter. She continued to retreat until her back was pressed against the cold pillar.
Izaak ca to a standstill, his gaze fixed on her. "Your actions bewilder , lody," he murmured. His index finger gently cradled her chin, tilting it upwards.
"Your heart is pounding, the fresh blood surging through your veins is tantalizing. Lately, I find myself yearning for the taste of fresh human blood," he admitted, and he asked, "Would you be willing to offer
yours?"
lody’s fingers tightly pressed on the cold pillar. "I-I thought His Highness doesn’t drink from a human directly," she answered.
"I do drink from the humans when I get mad," Izaak replied.
lody realized he was angry at her. She averted her gaze from him, not knowing anymore what to say.
"Stay away from . If you hate , then just keep the hatred in your heart," Izaak stated as he let go of his finger from her chin. As lody turned to look, to negate that statent, she found Izaak wasn’t in the corridor. He had disappeared in the shadows.
"Why did His Highness say that? I never hated him," lody murmured and thought to clear the air between them. She decided to head to Izaak’s chamber and rushed there.
Because the wedding events were still ongoing, lody found even the servants were not present in the chamber. She stepped into the vacant living room, her gaze drawn to the closed door of the bedchamber.
With a sense of trepidation, she approached and knocked gently, waiting for a response. But to her surprise, Izaak didn’t answer. "Your Highness, it’s , lody. I wish to speak with you. I’m coming in," she announced, pushing the door open with a gentle nudge.
However, lody found out that even the bedchamber was empty. Izaak wasn’t there.
Sighing, lody turned to leave when she got startled to see Izaak right behind her. Her hand instinctively co to her chest.
"I never hated His Highness. Why would I even do that? Prince Izaak is a savior to
and he has even provided
such a comforting job. I can never harbor any ill feelings toward him. I swear on my life," lody declared in a rush, her words tumbling out in a torrent before she took a mont to catch her breath.
"You should not have co here," Izaak murmured, his voice laced with warning as he leaned in, his breath lingering tantalizingly close to lody’s lips.
Confusion clouded her expression as she tried to comprehend his cryptic statent. Before she could utter a word, his lips claid hers in a sudden, unexpected kiss, leaving her wide-eyed and stunned.
lody instinctively took a step back, but Izaak closed the distance between them, his arm encircling her waist possessively. His gaze, once warm, now held a chilling intensity as he drew her closer, their bodies almost touching.
"You’ve driven
to madness," Izaak declared softly against her lips, his words sending a shiver down lody’s spine. And then, without warning, he captured her lips once more.
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