Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: The past_Part 4

Months passed, and Galina had completely forgotten about ever going to meet the witch and that dream she had about making love to someone. She had resigned and let everything happen around her without a word of protest. She watched her husband drift away from her with each passing day.

Their relationship was growing apart like a mountain had been put in between them.

It wasn’t until the year ended and her husband was about to marry another woman that she fell sick for the very first time in her life.

At first, the sickness was believed to be because of the stress and heartbreak she had gone through, but when she began to have constant headaches and throw up, a doctor was called for her.

She was announced to be pregnant.

The king forgot about his marriage at that news. It was a joyous revelation that lifted the spirits of everyone and put a stop to his brother’s attempt to make an heir before him.

Meanwhile, Galina believed with everything in her that the child she was carrying belonged to her husband. She had had the dream of sleeping with a warm person ten months ago, and her pregnancy was only three months old.

"I can’t believe we will be having a child," Zach said one night as he held his wife on the bed.

Galina smiled and nestled her head into the crook of his neck. "I also can’t believe it."

She pulled back and looked at her husband with a worried look. "What happens if it turns out to be a girl?"

"We will make another one. At least we know you are not barren and could still give birth. We will love our daughter and then work on having a son. The council will understand."

He kissed her then, and Galina was so happy she returned his kiss with the same intensity.

Nonetheless, when her pregnancy began to show, things began to become difficult for the queen. Though pregnancies were hard for humans, vampires had it the easiest when they carried a child. Not for the queen, though.

She began to crave the worst of things.

"I want it right now!" she screamed in temper, knocking off the food tray brought to her, her eyes looking savagely murderous.

"My dear, it’s impossible to give you human flesh. How could you have that? I brought you fresh blood that’s still warm. You—"

"I do not want it! I want flesh. I want to eat raw human meat!"

It took great coaxing for the king to make his wife settle for deer meat, which she demanded must be raw. She ate it like a savage being, devouring it whole and licking off every single drop of blood.

When it came closer to her due month, the queen’s condition worsened to the point that nothing was satisfying to her again. Whatever she ate was not enough, and the baby kicking constantly broke her ribs. The moment it healed, the child broke it again with its mighty kicks. It turned out to the point that the child began to eat from his mother from the inside.

The queen fell into a critical condition that forced the king into making the decision to remove the child. His wife’s life was important to him. However, just when the doctor was sent for the next day, the child began to behave in the stomach.

The baby stopped kicking and hurting its mother. It was like the child knew that it was about to be killed to save its mother.

"You are looking more healthy, my dear," the king remarked one afternoon as he walked with his wife in the garden.

"I think your child has begun to behave. What a lovely child we are having. I do not crave meat anymore," said the queen as she looked down at her swollen belly with affectionate eyes that brimmed with pride and tenderness. "We love you, my child." She caressed her belly with a warm smile. She would love this child with all of her, Galina promised silently.

Galina took extra care of herself for the baby. She would sit before her piano and play music and sing for her unborn child. She would speak to it like she would to a person and laugh at her own jokes. She put all her affection on the baby, but then as time move on, things began to take another turn yet again.

At first, neither the king nor the queen worried about that, as every woman’s pregnancy journey varied. But when it turned out that another two months passed and there were still no signs that she would go into labor, everyone began to worry, and they began to consider tearing the child out. freewebnσvel.cѳm

The doctors who had helped deliver the child were sentenced to death immediately, so no one would ever hear about the demon. The king made sure the truth never left the room.

For the next month after the child’s birth, neither of his parents held him. He was locked away in a room and kept in a crib that could not contain him, as he kept lifting into the air with his wings. Though he was still a baby in form, the infant possessed the intellect of a five-year-old child.

He was smart enough to know that he wasn’t wanted by his father. The child never cried for milk, nor did he cry when he was hungry.

He remained in that room, completely alone, with no one coming to feed him, not even the mother who had always sung to him when he was inside her womb. She wasn’t there. She never came to see him or hold him, not like she always said she would.

He had always liked her voice. He remembered it clearly, the soft lullabies and gentle whispers. He had looked forward to seeing what she looked like, that was why he had behaved so well when he realized he was causing her pain with his constant kicking, his desperate demand for space in the cramped womb.

He had tried to be good for her.

He wanted to hear her sing to him again, to call him "my child" like she once had, and to keep the promise she made to love him. He had held on to those words, wrapped them around his tiny heart like a shield, even before he was born.

The flying baby looked towards the door with sorrowful dark eyes, a single tear rolling down his plump cheek.

Months passed and the baby was growing, and in those months, no one still came to feed him or see him. A month turned into months, and then a year, and then two years. It was when he turned three that the door—he had taken the habit to sit before and listen to the movement outside—cracked open.

And in came his parents. He leapt to his feet with a smile on his face, but instead of the welcoming look he expected, his mother let out a scream, and his father blanched at the sight of him.

He stood naked before them, wondering why they looked like they had seen a ghost.

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