Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290: Introduction

Rohan, on the other hand, took Angel to another chamber that had once been his. There was no bed in the room, only a working desk and tall, floor-to-ceiling shelves that were filled with his research books about various topics that intrigued him.

Being a creature who didn’t need sleep constantly, he had never seen the need for a bed in the chamber. However, since he wanted to give his wife some space and time to bathe and get warm without Angel’s constant fussing, Rohan went to that chamber, where he had already ordered a basin of cold water for his son’s bath and a fresh set of nightwear for him.

Rohan undressed the little being with as much care as someone handling a precious vessel. He placed him into the cold water, and the boy barely flinched, unlike how he would have reacted had it been warm or hot water.

As he washed him, just like he always did, Rohan looked at the faint lines on the child’s back that hadn’t yet split to make way for his wings. But from how the lines were rising now, Rohan could tell it wouldn’t be long before they gave way and his wings sprouted, just like plants pushing through the soil.

When that happened, he hoped they wouldn’t be in Aragonia, but back here in the castle.

Throughout the bath, Maxwell looked around warily with sad, searching eyes, as if trying to understand why he was being bathed in this strange, big room instead of the small kitchen in the cottage, in the large basin on the counter beside the window that overlooked the yard.

He didn’t even splash the water or try to play like he usually did in the cottage, nor did he try to stay longer in the cold bath. He almost seemed eager to finish and get out.

It was when Rohan was getting him dressed and cleaned that Angel looked up at him and murmured longingly, "Mama..." His lips quivered, and his eyes turned glossy. No doubt he wanted his mother.

"I’ll get you to her soon," Rohan promised softly. "Let her rest and eat first before you get your milk."

The boy’s dark eyes resumed fearfully scanning the large chamber as Rohan gently combed through his hair, hair that had turned completely black now, every trace of blue gone. And Rohan was quietly amazed by how that change in hair color made him look less like him.

Though when stared at deeply, one could still see the resemblance. But it didn’t matter. Lady Evenly would pose as his relative who simply wanted to explore the human lands. If Angel looked like him, so be it. Humans were senseless at times, especially his in-laws, who had too many secrets up their sleeves. They would easily blame it on genetics without pushing the matter.

And if they failed to overlook it?

Well, all he had to do was have a little talk with them about their own deceit, switching the brides and sending a spy. If they dared to mess with him again by overstepping, he would mess with them in return and give them a taste of what he believed they deserved for the danger they threw his little wife into.

"You don’t like it here, do you?" Rohan questioned gently. But before Angel could nod or shake his head, a knock came at the door. The sound made him tense immediately. His small body went rigid as his head jerked in the direction of the noise, eyes wide in alarm.

"Come in," Rohan called, already knowing it was Rav on the other side.

Still, the baby, not yet used to anyone in the castle, leapt into his father’s arms again and buried his face in his chest. His tiny fists clutched tightly at Rohan’s shirt, gripping so hard they seemed to tremble.

"Tsk, relax, Max. He’s not going to eat you," Rohan chuckled softly, amused by how wary the boy was. If they had stayed even a little longer in that mountain, Angel might have turned into a caveman, one who avoided civilization like the plague. Rohan thought to himself.

Rav paused at the doorway at the sight of father and son. He seemed uncertain whether to step in or turn back out, unsure how to respond to the young master’s behavior.

"It’s fine. You can proceed," Rohan said, his lips pulling up as he adjusted his son more comfortably in his arms. He looked toward Rav, who had now closed the door with his elbow and carefully walked forward, balancing a tray in his hands. On the tray were a cup of blood and a bottle of bloodwine, the type that was more blood than wine.

"He doesn’t like strangers," Rohan murmured, reaching for the cup and taking a sip, "but he has to get used to them."

Then, gently, he tried to move Angel back to feed him.

For a moment, Rohan thought his son’s fear of strangers would override his hunger. But as soon as the scent of blood reached him, something snapped. The boy’s eyes gleamed dark and hungry, and he jerked back from his father’s chest with sudden purpose.

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