Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Aragonia_Part 2

Aragonia’s sky was not too sunny, yet it wasn’t too cloudy either. The horizon was clear and blue, with fluffy clouds occasionally drifting across the sun, hiding its rays for a moment before clearing again. Birds flew overhead, their wings cutting gracefully through the open air, and the very smell and feel of the atmosphere was different from the one they had left behind.

Belle had always thought Aragonia’s air was thick and somewhat damp, but she realized now it was fresher than Nightbrook’s, with a clear spring breeze. Nonetheless, the further the carriage moved into the towns and cities, the more Belle’s nerves began to stir, making her chest tighten with unease.

An hour ago, Rohan had carried their reluctant son after explaining to him as simply as possible that he would be staying with his uncle Rav and Evenly in the other carriage.

Belle had stepped down the carriage steps just in time to see her little boy’s reluctance when Evenly held out her arms from inside the other carriage to carry him, and the child clung desperately to his father’s shirt. Belle stopped outside their carriage to watch from the short distance, knowing well enough that going closer would only make the baby’s reluctance to ride in the other carriage with his pretend parents harder.

It was only after being given many pieces of blood candy that Angel finally allowed himself to be tricked into Evenly’s arms, though even then, his bright eyes followed his father until Rohan returned to their carriage, helped his wife inside, and then closed the door without looking back at his son, who was peeking his head out to look.

They had traveled the rest of the journey in silence, not because they had nothing to talk about, but because Belle was trying to collect herself before they reached their final destination.

However, the nearer they drew into the familiar city she had grown up in, the harder it became for her to restrain her feelings. Her eyes roamed restlessly over everything as if she were seeing it anew. Nothing had changed; everything was exactly as it had been a year ago when she left.

The stoned roads stretched ahead, lined with sturdy buildings and bustling towns filled with lively citizens. People moved busily about their days, sparing only a passing glance at the carriages, since it wasn’t uncommon for fancy coaches to drive through the town, before continuing with their errands, not knowing that the carriages held vampires.

Voices and laughter filled the busy market square, where colorful stalls lined the roadside, their rainbow-colored canopies flapping in the breeze. Fresh vegetables were piled high for display while common townsfolk haggled with baskets hanging from their arms, their voices raised in the rhythm of bargaining and it reached Belle in the carriage.

Belle remembered the days she used to walk through this very market with the Dawson household servants to buy supplies. Back then, she had looked no different from the servants themselves, and most people did not even know her as the eldest spinster daughter of the duke. Now, seeing the market again through the glass of the carriage window, she was struck by a nostalgic ache that made her throat itch with unshed emotion.

She spotted many familiar faces as the carriage rolled slowly along the stoned road cutting through the heart of the market. Yet, though she looked out at them, and though some looked briefly back into the carriage window, they did not seem to recognize her. Their gazes slid away, returning indifferently to their business of selling and bartering.

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