Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Where Astral is hiding_Part 1

Days moved into weeks after the ball in Aragonia, and the weather changed along with the atmosphere. Autumn leaves slowly fell away from the trees, turning into fragile shades of brown on the ground, the breeze blowing them across the roads and carrying the seasons forward.

Just as the weather was no longer the same as it had been a month ago, Belle was never the same again after everything that happened in Aragonia that night. It became a turning page in her life and in everything around it.

She became unusually silent and reserved, keeping to herself and barely speaking unless spoken to. She often got lost in her thoughts, and Rohan had to put in effort every single time to pull her back and make her present in whatever was happening around her.

He recalled how, on their way to Aragonia, she had been like a restless cat who couldn’t sit still on the seat. Her eyes had either been outside the window, her body turned to watch the scenery, or leaning against him while they talked with their son sitting on her lap or his, trying not to worry about what awaited them in the kingdom.

It wasn’t the same on their journey back.

Throughout their entire journey to Nightbrook, she would stare out the window, not because of the scenery had caught her eyes but because her thoughts had carried her away, and she seemed to find more comfort in looking out there than in talking.

The only time she spoke without him addressing her first was whenever their son went to her. After the mass compelling that happened, Angel had done nothing but sleep and eat to regain his energy, which didn’t give him much time to always be there to bring his mother out of her lost thoughts, as it seemed even Rohan couldn’t achieve that.

Many times, she would hold their son to sleep in her arms, his head resting on her chest as she stared away from him, and Rohan would try many times to make her talk more than a few words. But in the end, he would give up, as she wasn’t present with him, her mind had gone far away, leaving her to listen with half an ear, which in the end would make him keep quiet as well.

He remembered the morning he went to take her from the asylum, where she had already been admitted into a room but hadn’t been taken into the torture room yet. She had been sitting there, staring at the wall, her gaze blank. She hadn’t even noticed him until their son called out to her.

When her eyes finally lifted, she had looked relieved to see them. Rohan had crushed her into his arms and kissed her, and she had returned the kiss. She had then taken Angel into her arms, showering him with kisses and hugging him tight. But that was the only moment she ever showed any emotion, other than sitting expressionlessly.

Rohan knew she had been through a lot in one night, where she had unintentionally killed an innocent woman, but he had never thought it would make her become so withdrawn from her life and family.

They often stopped for food, but she would barely eat more than three or four spoonfuls. There was a time, at one of their stops, when he had talked to her about her absentmindedness; she had hugged him, whispering how sorry she was for not giving him much attention and promising to do better. But she never kept that promise. By the very next day, she was once again lost in her thoughts, ignoring everything around her, especially him.

If she smiled, it was never more than a faint curve of her lips. Her hazel eyes were always sad, and he hated, hated like hell, having to look into them and see how much light had been lost.

At first, he told himself she would soon recover from this silent trauma she was suffering alone, without wanting or even attempting to share it with him. But slowly, his worry began to outweigh his patience.

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