Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400: Father and Son

Inside the palace, in the courtroom, many officials and important figures gathered before the king, who was sitting on the high chair. Below his chair, the duke and the marquis stood with their heads bowed as they spoke.

"My daughter’s death shall not go without it being avenged, Your Majesty. She was killed mercilessly. I want justice for her by killing her killer the same way. I know she is related to you, but what she did is unforgivable," the marquis said, his voice filled with the grief of losing his only daughter, who was to be married in a week to the Baron and had been happy about it, but a black-hearted woman, filled with madness and jealousy, had gone on and taken her life. No father would ever forgive such a crime!

Duke Griffin parted his lips and spoke next, against the words of the Marquis, "I know my daughter has committed a grave crime, Your Majesty, but killing her now, when she is our spy in the enemy land, would be like killing our only weapon. You saw for yourself how the vampires backed away when the wood and sword were held to their chests. That is a sign that whatever she reported was indeed valuable. She has given us ten weapons; creating them will not only be advantageous for us, but we can still use her to get more information about the vampires once she returns to Nightbrook and we start to prepare our attack.

"It was unfortunate enough that Your Majesty didn’t get to question her on how she got that information and what else she knew, but she has already become helpful for our land, and killing her now might set us back."

Duke Griffin was not against sparing his first daughter because he wanted her to keep her safe or because he cared what happened; to be honest, after everything she had caused his family, he would be the happiest man if she were taken from him and left in the asylum.

He was only trying to protect his other family members from the disaster she had brought upon them all so suddenly. If they killed her now, when she had not finished serving her purpose, it would not only make people scorn them and forget that their family was the reason Aragonia would be making their own weapons, but his second daughter might be in danger of being forced into her elder sister’s place to keep the vampires deceived.

This weapon was the only way to restore his reputation; having the weapon to kill vampires was far more important than the life of the marquis’s daughter.

"I do not agree with him, Your Majesty!" the marquis turned to glare at the duke, not caring that he was his superior. "His daughter should face the consequences of her actions. The vampires don’t care so much about who was given to them for a wife, as long as she is precious. We can set a meeting with the mad vampire and make him take the duke’s other daughter! The one who took my daughter’s life must die."

"I agree with the marquis, Your Majesty," Jamie Marchant, who was drowning in fake grief at the side with a handkerchief pressed to his face, interjected. His eyes were red like a man who had been crying his heart out for losing the woman he was to marry, while in fact he was relieved at the outcome of things.

"She killed my wife-to-be; she should also be killed the same way. I will gladly provide the kerosene to burn her to ash, for she has taken away my poor Althea from me. I can’t let this go..." His voice cracked with emotion as he staggered to his feet and came to stand beside the marquis, bowing to the king. "Give me your orders and I shall carry out the duty to see to her execution."

Duke Griffin’s hand curled into a fist, but there was nothing he could do when the officials began to side with the Baron and the marquis instead of him.

The king was silent for a moment, considering what decision he would take. "Has the doctor checked her over yet?" he asked, referring to the young woman who had been taken to the madhouse.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The doctor said she is not stable in the head and will continue to get worse if not left in the madhouse; I saw to it myself," the Baron spoke up with determination. "But I do not believe the madhouse is the punishment she deserves."

The king, who was also a Dawson and, though he had many relatives to care so much about one in particular, was at a loss; however, seeing how his officials were all on the side of burning the young woman, he sighed and said, "Send the report to our best smithy to start crafting the weapons, and Baron Marchant, you have my permission to avenge your wife-to-be tomorrow at sunset in the execution center." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Thank you, Your Majesty," the Baron and the marquis said in unison as they bowed down to the king to show their gratitude.

The Baron left the hall after he was given permission, smiling to himself as he walked away to prepare for tomorrow’s execution.

No one knew how much he had not wanted to marry Lady Althea, but he had no choice, as she was the only reason he had this title. If he were to marry, he wanted his wife to be a submissive woman who knew how to do things for him, not the other way around like he had been doing for Lady Althea after their engagement.

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