Ensnaring His Dark Moon - Chapter 138

”Go on with the arrangements and get me a bride. A beautiful bride.”

”Aleister Daven, do you even know what you are talking about?!” Duke Maverick snarled.

”Uncle, you should go out now and start making preparations. I need to get ready for the marriage,” The man drank another huge mouthful of wine as soon as he finished speaking.

…

As the carriage in which Esme was sitting continued moving towards the outskirts of the small village Seran, it attracted attention from everyone. Seran was the village where they had settled for the past few years.

When Esme had called her maidservant inside her carriage, no one had noticed a man was looking intently at the carriage door.

If Adrian was there, he would have recognized the man as the same man whom he saw months ago. It was during the time when he was sitting on the tree and watching Esme and Arlan when Arlan flaunted his powers. Then, this man followed after them.

Initially, Adrian trailed after him but the man was nowhere to be seen. Esme and Arlan were in the marketplace. Since he had some work, he left the place but little did he expect that Arlan would be abducted later.

The man, who was now disguised as a guard, intently glanced at the carriage door till they crossed the outskirts of Seran Village.

There was a small forest and taking advantage of the chance when the guards in the front were not noticing, the man swiftly knocked out the four guards walking behind the carriage.

He climbed up the carriage in a swift moment, ”This time, where are you going to run to?” A vicious smirk crept on his lips when he saw the woman who was sleeping peacefully, tucked in the sheets.

There were two beds in the carriage and the handmaiden was also sleeping. But he easily recognized Esme because of her uncommon wine-colored hair that framed her face.

He held the large sack tightly in his hand and covered the woman’s head before taking her entire body inside it, along with the sheets.

As she struggled in the sack, he attacked the back of her neck, knocking her out.

…

”Brother, how have you been feeling?” Duchess Flora asked as she took the bowl of medicine from the bedside table and passed it to the King.

”My body… It’s a little strange. I feel a prickling sensation all over my limbs,” The King sighed and drank the contents in one gulp, ”I am getting old so this had to happen anyway.”

”You are still in the prime of your youth, brother. Stop saying things like that,” Duchess Flora pouted.

”Haha…” King Alexander laughed, ”Has it been over around a decade since you came to our family?”

”Yes. I still remember it. I did not know many things despite being a Princess. I was a bit too pampered so it landed me in huge trouble when I got married. If mother-in-law was there, I would have been scolded all day long. But you were always patient with me.”

”You are always like a sister to me,” The King said in a nostalgic voice, ”I am getting old and I don’t know what will happen to me or when I will die. But I just wish to send Aleister to his rightful place before I die.”

”Stop saying things like that. Nothing will happen to you. But…his rightful place?” Duchess Flora narrowed her eyes.

”How did things turn out between him and Esme? I did not realize when I dozed off earlier…” Alexander changed the topic.

Duchess Flora hesitated for a moment before she narrated everything to him, ”Brother, I am starting to regret my actions. Do you think we rushed them up for marriage?”

Alexander leaned back on the headboard of the bed. The wrinkles on his face were more apparent and one could see the fragility in the eyes of the dominant King of Visteria.

”Bring him here.”

”Huh?”

”I need to talk to him. I have….” Alexander glanced at the ceiling, his eyes slowly teared up, ”I have a lot that I want to say to him… Ahh…”

”Brother, what happened?” Duchess Flora immediately stepped towards him.

Alexander’s body started convulsing as he fell on the bed, ”I…Huff huff… It feels like someone is nibbling on my skin….” his chest rose and fell with every word he uttered. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes to endure the pain.

”How is it possible?” Duchess Flora grabbed his hand, ”Do you not feel like millions of ants are crawling under your skin, like someone is sucking your soul out?” The corner of her lips tugged up in a menacing smile.

”Yes… I… How do you…?” Alexander’s eyes snapped open and he glanced at the woman in disbelief, ”You… You…”

The woman’s eyes slowly turned blue.

”You…”

”Calm down, brother. You might end up dying soon if you panic like this,” a smirk appeared on her face as she lowered her head, her blonde hair fell in front of her shoulders, ”You didn’t expect it, did you?”

”Why… Who are you?” he uttered with utter difficulty.

The woman tightened her grip on his wrist and a black fume seemed to be dissipating in the air, ”Do you know what this is? I am sucking your soul. How do you feel?”

”Who are you?!” Tears rolled down his cheeks as he screamed and looked in the direction of the door.

”No one will come to save you. I personally tucked your sick brother to sleep, and that Prince of yours, he is heartbroken by his lost love. He is drowning his sorrows in wine. And that soon-to-be cunning daughter-in-law of yours will be brought here soon but she won’t be here to save you. She will be here to be my prey.”

”No…”

”Oh, she is here already,” The door opened and a man stepped inside while carrying a huge sack on his back.

It was the same person who had invaded Esme’s carriage.