Everything now made sense, and it was glaring enough that it was all a well-thought-out set-up. Him trapped in here in the Main Castle with Lady Arwin trying her luck during his lockdown to win his heart and be made queen, his beloved he dragged down here to his world to be his, and he left in the Winter Castle all alone and suffering in silence. After all, just to frustrate his chances of having his fated mortal bride to be the queen of this realm.
Malachi sighed at the pale ghost before him. God only knows what her father must have made her do just to have her skin this pale and dead for him. Probably they still thought he was still that young vampire who once voiced out that he preferred pale-skinned women. But now his taste has changed the moment he set eyes on his adorable bride.
She raised her head and forced another smile she believed looked genuine and pretty to him.
